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three.

"Taxi! Taxi!" I grab my bag and wave for a taxi. "Yo taxi! Where the hell are the taxis?" Jenna drops her bags, and laughs at me, "What?"

"They call them cabs in Englad, dipshit. Plus, you have to be polite, oh cab!" Jenna calls and waves, and in no time flat, there's a cab right in front of us. We stuff our suitcases into the back ,and hop into the cab.

"Where to?" The female cab driver asks.

"Nearest hotel, puh-lease." I reply, and I lean back and relax in my chair. "So, how are you going to find Gemma?" I raise an eyebrow as Jenna ties her long, perfect, blonde hair in a ponytail.

"No clue, how are you going to find Harry?"

"Like I want to find him." I scoff and roll my eyes. "But my plan is to Google him and go from there." Jenna makes a face then laughs,

"Ah Google, Heaven on Earth. Got me through a bunch of shit. For example, like how to clean period blood off of a white dress." I burst out laughing, and I can see the taxi driver raise an eyebrow at us through the mirror. "Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we? Arella answer me!"

"Jenna I will literally beat your ass, if you say that one more time." Jenna claps her hand, and swerves to one side, then repeats the motion, except she goes in my direction.

"Are," she claps, "we," she claps again, "are we there yet? I said are," I punch her arm, and she wails in faux pain. "You like punching people, don't you?"

"Yep, wonder why?"

"I don't want to know."

"I'll tell you anyways. Here's why," I pause for dramatic effect then start, "'Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby." Jenna beams then opens her mouth to sing,

"Yeah I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby!" We both lean in, and open our mouths wide to sing, " LISTEN TO IRON MADEN MAYBE WITH ME!" We collapse into giggles, and once I catch my breath I continue.

Poor cab driver..... wait..... when did I start to give a shit about other people's feelings? Jenna is really getting to me.

"Her boyfriend's a dick

And he brings a gun to school

And he'd simply kick

My ass if he knew the truth

He lives on my block

And he drives an IROC

But he doesn't know who I am

And he doesn't give a damn about me" I sing, horribly I may add, and then Jenna takes the chorus.

"'CAUSE I'M JUST A TEENAGE DIRTBAG BA-"

"SHUT UP BACK THERE! WE'RE HERE!" The cab driver yells,and Jenna gives her a fierce look, the look she gives when she's about to sass someone to their death.

Guess who has two thumbs and taught her everything she knows? This bitch.

"Excuse me," Jenna polietley starts, "Why you gotta be so ruuude, don't ypu know I'm human tooo?"

"But I'm only human... and I bleed when I fall down." I chime in. The lady gives us the finger so I reply, "Well fuck you too, Miss. Thank you, and have a very nice day." With that, I storm out of the cab, Jenna close behind, and drag my super heavy suitcase.

"Someone hasn't gotten laid in a while." Jenna mutters as we walk into the hotel. This cab driver obiously hates us, because this place is a dump.

Capital D-U-M-P.

"Why'd she drop us here?" I ask as we get into the lobby. It's a pale yellow, with falling apart chairs, and shady hobos sitting on said couches.

"Hey baby, wanna go back to my place?" A hobo walks up to me, and literally tries to grope my boob.

Hey Arella, just remember, murder is illegal. You're an angel.

He touched your boob! Make sure this shit can't have kids.

Gimmie and I-L-L-E-G-A-L, what does that spell? Illegal!

"I'm sorry, I didn't bring tweezers! Not to mention I choke on small objects!" I turn to my side, to see Jenna holding keys.

"You ready?"

"Yeah." I roll my suitcase and whisper to Jenna,"I feel like I'm getting Herpes just walking here."

"Herepes? I might have AIDS!" Jenna exclaims, and I shush her, even though we're in an elevator. "We have room 134."

"If I see a rat, I swear I'll lose my shit." I say, and the elevator door opens, to reveal Room 134 smack dab in front of us. Jenna puts the key in the keyhole, then turns the key and swings open the door.

"Oh."

"My."

"God."

To say that the room is a dump is an understatement. The beds are falling apart, there are questionable stains on the carpet and the bathroom smells like shit. I drop my bags, and rush to the bathroom. The bathtub is green, the toilet has fucking floating poop in it and I'm pretty sure there's a used condom, complete with you know and everything.

What. The. Hell.

"The people who lived here were at it constantly, damn." Jenna calls then she adds, "There's a condom full of stuff in the freezer. May I add, frozen."

"DO YOU WANNA BUILD A SNOWMAN?" I meet Jenna in the kitchen, and I see her disgusted face.

"Correction sp*rm man." I sigh.

"Looks like I'm not sleeping tonight, what about you?"

"Nope." I grab today's newspaper off the table, and skim through it, then I see an article that catches my eye.

Roomate needed.

Name: Harry Styles

Age 21

Must be able to cook, clean and pay half of the rent.

Call: 555- 045- 3298

Address: 4378 Willow Lane, London, England ,Room # is 417

I can pay, I'm just to lazy to do the other two.

"Hey Jenna, guess what?" I say.

"Chicken butt."

"Shut up Jenna, but seriously, guess."

"What'd ya do this time? Rob a bank?

" Nope, I found Harry. And I'm gonna go meet him tomorrow. "

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"Stop! Here." I say, and pay the cab driver to stop at Harry's address. I make my way out, and take a good look at Harry's apartment building. It's nice, with exposed brick and stairs. I quickly find room 417, and I knock on his door.

"Hullo?" Harry in a fucking gold thong answers the door.

Can't say he isn't attractive.

Attractive makes you make a pool in your panties? Hm.

"I'm here for the roommate interview."

"Can you cook?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Can you pay half the rent?"

"Yep."

"Your name, and age?"

"Pandora Gray, age 19."

"You move in tomorrow."