Blurred Sentimentality

Blue Lights (Ch. 4)

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Chaz

"Hey, is the pizza here yet?" Dan asked, stroking his hair.

"Must be, I'll check." While trying to get up, Tyler spilled his coffee on my shirt.

"Bro, I'm sorry." He quickly said.

"It's okay to take if off with a body like mines, no worries." I joked, smirking.

"Gah." He laughed.

I unbotted my checkered top as I walked towards the door.

"It's just Chaz!" I heard someone hiss, so I opened the door quickly.

There stood Ginger, with a baby blue oversized sweater and black shorts. Her hair was in a neat braid and her whole appearance was.. clean.

I scanned her quickly, a blond was holding her arm, preventing her from moving.

"Oh hi." I said.

Ginger seemed to be in shock, her eyes were wide and she couldnt reply.

"Hi, I say." I repeated.

"Hi, sorry about her." The blond spoke.

"Come in." I gave them a slight smile.

I didn't usually smile in situations other than making fun of my friends or winning a bet. I seemed like the perfect guy with the perfect life, but the reality was very different.

We walked to the living room, where most of the people were. The second we entered, Matt jumped off the couch, admiring the girls. He looked shocked, he didn't expect Ginger here. He came running towards us and possessively hugged Ginger. I tried not to laugh, this was ridiculous.

She tried to push him away but then had no choice but to pat his back.

"Matt." She hissed.

I started silent-laughing, then her friend slapped Matt's shoulder which made him back off.

"This was unnecessary." Ginger said, sounding annoyed.

"Sorry." His cheeks started to get red, but his smirk was still on his face.

Ginger glanced at me quickly, then looked away.

"The match didn't start yet, want some food?" I asked.

"Yeah please." Ginger said, still glaring at Matt.

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Taylor

I followed both Chaz and Olivia, and made sure to walk a bit slower so I gave them some personal space. I ship these two so much, and I can see them dating sooner or later.

When we got to the kitchen, the first thing I noticed was a guy leaning on the middle counter, sipping a drink from a straw and facing us.

His luminois green eyes met mines, then looked at Olivia, then Chaz, then me again for a few seconds.

"You're still here?" Chaz asked, opening his giant fridge.

"Yeah." The guy had a deep, mysterious voice.

Chaz handed Olivia what looked like a strawberry slush. Then looked at me, and I nodded while waving my hand to indicate that I was full.

I looked at the guy again, he had short, black hair, a strong jaw, a light tan, and beautiful eyes. He looked older than Chaz eventhough he seemed shorter. He wasn't the hottest guy in this house, but he definitely was attractive and manly.