Playa Street

1. Beggars can't be Choosers

They never said college would be easy, but no way did I expect it to be this hard. My first year went dandy, well not dandy but not as shitty as this year which in reality hasn't even officially started.

My housing plans fell through, so at this point in my life I am homeless looking through my school website seeing if anyone needed a roommate.

I would take anything at this point in my budget.

Beggars can't be choosers as SchoolBoy Q wisely states.

Of course I was not going to find anything.

School is around the corner everybody already signed their lease and have their roommates.

In need of a roommate ASAP somebody dropped from the lease. A house in front of the Ocean five minutes away from campus. Rent is $700 plus a $1200 security deposit. Must be okay living with five other dudes.

Not One.

Not Two.

Not even three or four.

FIVE.

To be homeless or live with five guys?

Screw it I was not living in the streets especially in this party town. I didn't want guys and girls puking and peeing all over me when leaving a party. Yeah, not happening.

I immediately messaged the guy, Dax.

Hey, I'm in need of a place. I would be highly interested in taking over the lease with you guys.

Sent.

I waited and waited for what seemed like an eternity.

Until I finally heard back.

You do realize it's five guys right?

No shit I know how to read, you idiot. Was what I wanted to say, but I couldn't be mean, not yet.

Yes, I'm aware but I need some place to live.

Come over tomorrow at noon and we can interview you and see if you can live here.

I'll be there.

Never in a million years would I have thought living with five guys. But desperate times call for desperate measures.

The next day I got ready and headed to the address. The front yard was a disaster. If the inside looked like this I couldn't live her.

Your ass better suck it up unless you want to be homeless a voice in my head said.

I knocked on the door and a very hot guy opened the door. Blonde, tall, green eyes pretty much your typical fraternity boy.

"You're Bibiana right?" He asked.

"Yeah."

"The rest of the guys are inside. Sorry for the mess we kinda had a party last night."

"Yeah I figured." I forcefully smiled.

I walked inside the house to see beer cans, a wet floor, and a pair of shirts on the couch.

Disgusting.

The rest of the guys were in the kitchen.

"Take a seat." The guy who opened the door for me said.

"Thanks—"

"I'm Dax."

"Thanks Dax." I politely smiled.

"No problem, guys the chick is here." I rolled my eyes at the mention of the word chick I hated it.