My Musical Romance // l.h. ❌

Chapter 6

Chrissy's P.O.V.

"Stop.." I mumbled at something poking my arm. "Wake up, we're here..." my eyes shot open, as I realized where I was. "Goodmorning sleepyhead." Luke said in a raspy morning voice.

Hannah and Nick guided all of us out of the train station and after aproximately 10 minutes of walking, we reached a big parking area. The first - and only - thing I could see was three buses, which would drive us to our final destination.

I hopped down the small steps and let my eyes wander around the area, seeing trees, trees and surprisingly more trees. "Keep going guys! No time to dally!" Hannah hurried us. After struggling to move my suitcase on the uneven ground, we eventually reached a big sign that said "BOOTCAMP" in white font, the "T" replaced with an electric guitar. "Welcome to the wood of dreams, guys." Nick mumbled as he walked past us.

Hannah, being abnormally cheerful, turned on the heel in front of us and got out some piece of paper. "Alright. I don't know if you're aware of this, but we keep girls and boys seperated so you better be up for making some friends." she began reading out the house numbers and their owners names.

"Hut number 6, Ashton Irwin, Michael Clifford, Calum Hood and Luke Hemmings." Oh, of course the 5sos boys would get to live in a hut without any strangers.

"And lastly, hut number 7, Amanda Mair, Taylor Momsen and Chrissy Costanza."

Great.

The coordinators handed us a bunch of things such as maps, timetables and a couple booklets for workshops, then I made my way to hut number 7.

The wooden huts were on some kind of also wooden platform, a wooden staircase leading to the front door, which, guess what, was wooden. A '7' was drawn in red beneath the door, I saw while I pushed down the door handle.

"Can you turn down your damn emo music?!"

"Shut up."

"Who the hell said you get to choose a room? We're waiting for our roommate and then we'll do that!"

"Shut up."

"Take off the freakin headphones, it's disrespectful! And get up from the couch!"

"Shut. The. Fuck. Up."

The first thing I saw when I entered the supposed-to-be livingroom was a girl with long, blonde hair, really dark eye make-up and black clothes sitting on the couch. She seemed to be the grunge kind of girl, and I liked that.

In front of her was another girl with curly, brown hair and a floral dress, her hands on her hips. She looked north-european-ish.

"Oh dear, did you hear this from outside? Hi I'm Amanda! Welcome to hut number 7 aka the girl power headquarter." The european-ish girl squealed, extending her hand for me to shake, which I did.

"Hey, I'm Chrissy.." I replied, then turning to the blonde girl since I recognized the band, she was listening to, as My Chemical Romance, one of my favorites. "Hey I love that band.." Those words seemed to be the only ones that could make her head go up. "I'm Taylor and glad there's someone with good music taste in this house." she said, emphasizing the 'someone'.

"For gods sake..." Amanda put her head in her hands, walking out to bring her luggage in.

"Sooo uhm.. room arrangement?" I asked, fumbling with the papers in my hands.

"Go choose whatever room you want, they're pretty much equal, but we get to decorate them like we want to. If I was you, I'd leave the one with the biggest bathroom for Mrs. Beautyqueen though." I laughed at Taylor's words and pulling my suitcase through the really small corridor.

The bed slightly creaked when I plopped down onto it, regarding what the room looked like. On the left, next to the door, there was a small wardrobe with a plant beneath, on the opposite wall was a bed with polka-dot bedding and a wooden desk next to that. It looked pretty much like a dorm room in college, but I was fine with it, since I was only staying for a week.

A window spread across the desk-and-bed-wall, white curtains hanging from above. After letting out a deep breath, taking in the details of this place, I started putting all my stuff where I needed it, and then took a look at the timetable lying on my desk.

Initiation night - backyard

I've seen far to many movies so they could've written Get drunk and make out with whoever looks best as well, because it was pretty much the same.

Later that night, Taylor and I were standing next to the bar on our own while Amanda was already uniting with the floral-dress-wearers. "I'll get us something to make this 'party' bearable." Taylor chuckled, visualizing quotation marks with her hands. "Sounds good.." I said, eyeing the area. It was dark by now, they had put up lanterns and garlands everywhere. Half the floor was covered in spilled alcohol and crushed chips. Loud beats thumped through the amplifiers, a lot of people swinging their bodies along.

Deep in thought, I suddenly jumped as two hands grabbed my waist, pushed me into the corner and the next thing I knew was lips harshly crashing onto mine.

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