in which person A finds an ad on
possibly the worse day of her life.
-OR-
in which person A moves into
a house with five different guys
who are anything but ordinary.
*Completed DEC. 2018*
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September
"YOU SURE you don't want to come with us, Nick?" Dane peered over at her friend who leaned against the car window watching their two other friends settle into his new ride.
The two decided to swap their cars since Dane decided to put her crappy car up for sale just in case the pratworld gig didn't work out. Dane knew her old car would be in good hands with Nick and he would snatch a good deal. Surprisingly he was only allowing Brandon (and Dane) be the designated drivers for their three day weekend, with Brandon starting out their 9 hour drive to Nevada.
"Mans is going to miss out on a shit load of money." Zion shook his head, slouched in the far row of Nick's Escalade munching on a snickers bar and hot Cheetos.
Nick side-eyed his friend in the back, "Hey, I'm not the one that has to worry too much about getting that rent back unlike your lazy ass. Also if I spot even a spec of crumbs on my baby when you return, I'm whooping your ass. You got that?" He pointed.
Zion pressed his four fingers against his thumb rapidly mocking Nick as if he was all talk and no bite but that wasn't true.
"Please. You work at footlocker, that's not Versace money." Edwin sighed as he browsed high-end instagrams, wanting that lifestyle.
Now it was time for Nick to cut his eyes at the blueish-greenish-grayish haired eighteen year old. "You want to try saying that again with no teeth? You timmy turner lookin' ass fucker."
Edwin furrowed his brows, staring at nick appalled while Zion cackled in the back stomping his feet around. Before Edwin could continue his sass, Brandon granted them all with his presence returning from the house to climb his thicc self into the drivers seat. He started the engine and clasped his hands together with a happy sigh.
"Yo Brandon, how many times did you piss?" Zion wondered.
Brandon glanced at Zion through the rearview, "that was number four. That's what happens when you drink a gallon of water a day. We stay hydrated out here, baby! Plus I'm going to ask one last time, does anyone have to use the restroom before we leave? because I am not stopping. Like, At all."
"Not even for gas?" Dane looked over at Brandon after buckling herself in.
Brandon smiled, "I have two jugs in the trunk."
Edwin raised his hand, "but what if we need to, you know stretch our legs and get away from Zion's obnoxious ways?" He asked just for Zion to thump the back of Edwin's head, "I swear to god, bro. If I have Cheeto dust in my hair, you'll be giving me a deep condition as soon as we get to our rooms."
