There were red solo cups stacked like a castle near the fireplace, which had a giant portrait of Chuck Norris made out of beer caps hung above it. The giant, neon blue light up sign that said, 'Beers Before Bitches' illuminated the living room wall. The smell of weed and cologne overpowered my nostrils, and I'm pretty sure something was burning.
'You like it?', the tall one, who wore nothing but a pair of Captain America boxers asked me.
The other three just stared at me, waiting for some sort of reaction. I didn't know whether to laugh, scream or cry. All I knew is that this was my new home now.
Fuck.
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Living in the Mancave
Teen FictionNoora knows university is supposed to be difficult, but moving into a house full of dudes just made it much harder. How will she survive living in a bachelor pad with a cocky engineer, a commerce man whore, a woman fearing English major, a stoner pr...
