-SOCIAL NETWORKING-

Bunking (Mizole Cont.|Feat. Ryan)

"Okay, Okay. (Sighs) I-I think I'm done with absolutely losing my shit on camera. (Chuckles) So what do you want me to get into now?"

"My living conditions?"

"Because Ryan's basically my roommate?"

"Oh no don't give the fans fuel."

(Laughter)

"But I guess I'll humor you guys a bit and spill a little bit on what it's like living with her, as long as she's okay with it. (To Ryan) are you okay with that?"

("I mean... I guess.")

"Okay cool. (Laughs) Anyways, when she first moved in, everything was a disaster. And other from the completely obvious reasons as to why this was a disaster, she would constantly complain about the state of the place and how I present myself in my own home."

("I had a right to! Your living area that I had to SLEEP in at the time was a complete mess, and you would shamelessly walk around without a shirt on almost every morning!")

"Ryan."

("Yeah?")

"It's not your turn. Shut up."

...

Ryan stirred herself awake, groaning as she regained consciousness with a numbing pain ringing through her head. She squinted as she peered around the messy room. trying to find a clock nearby in order to check the time. Which, ultimately, led to her grabbing her phone off the coffee table next to her and reading the time off of that.

"10:30 am."

She groaned once more, sitting up in her spot and stretching out her back to ease up any knots that might of formed overnight.

It had been two days since she came to this city. Two. Days. And she already missed her bed back at home. Granted, it really isn't that great of a bed due to how worn down it was. But it was definitely better than the literal sack of rocks that was Mizole's couch.

In fact, the quality of sleep was so bad that she considered sleeping on the floor instead of the couch she was on after waking up twice durring the previous night. And she would of actually went for it if it weren't for the rug nearby being littered with dust.

"Oh, it's about time you woke up."

Ryan looked over to see Mizole standing at the doorway of the one bathroom they had; holding a toothbrush flimsily in his hand while a towel that seemed too large for him was messily wrapped around his waist.

"God-- Mizole!!" Ryan quickly averted her gaze, grunting in disgust as her face went slightly pink. "Did you forget that you had company or something!?"

"Well, not really." Mizole tossed his toothbrush into the sink beside him. "It's more of an 'I don't care' sort of scenario, y'know?"

She scoffed "Whatever-- just-- do you have anything more decent to wear? Like a bathrobe or something?"

"Uh yeah, but it's filthy."

"Sweatpants?"

"Now that, I have plenty of."

"Then please hurry and put some on, damn it! The next four months are gonna be filled with times where I see you, and I do NOT want to see more than what I'm currently looking at right now."

"... Are you su--"

"PUT THE DAMN PANTS ON."

...

"I remember, as soon as I put something on and we like, had breakfast? You immediately said that we were cleaning the place A.S.A.P."

("THE PLACE WAS FILTHY!")

"S-so-- (laughs) I'msorryohmygod-- So we spent the next five hours cleaning the place. And then as soon as we took care of the last garbage bag, she drags me to a furniture store to get a new couch? And at that time, I thought nothing was wrong with the couch, so we had this new one-- one that I didn't even WANT back then, mind you--- ordered for delivery. And I thought that: 'Maybe, just maybe, I could get her to change her mind on replacing the old couch; and then cancel the order'."

"So, obviously, the old couch caved in on itself that night."

...

"So, what were you saying about not needing to have a new couch?"

Mizole grumbled that the voice that talked him down, stirring from the pain that throbbed from the initial reaction from the sudden impact. "C... Can it."

Ryan mockingly cooed. "Need help up?"

"No... I'm fine." Mizole grumbled as he rolled himself off of the totaled sofa, pushing himself off the floor and on to his feet. "Just... Don't rub it in."

"Awh." She paused and huffed. "If it makes you feel better, I'll pay the movers to take this heap of trash out when the new couch arrives."

"No, No... It's fine... I just made a lot of memories on this couch--"

"Wait. If by memories, you mean past hook-ups, I'll take a hard pass on hearing them and burn all of my clothes."

"W-WHAT!? NO!" Mizole's face went completely red at the sudden quip, making him hide his face from the sudden embarrassment he felt. "WHAT EVEN MADE YOU ASSUME THAT SORT OF THING ANYWAYS!?"

"I dunno, it's the first thing that comes to my mind whenever I hear 'couch', 'on' and 'memories' in the same sentence. It was also the thing my old roommate said when our old couch was ruined, and she was a bit of whore." Ryan shrugged, walking over to her suitcase to yank out some sleepwear. "Anyways, I'm getting ready for bed. And you should too of you don't want me to steal the only bed in this apartment."

"You are NOT stealing MY bed."

"I won't steal it from you if you'd just hurry your ass up!"

...

"And even though she took a shower and literally gave me ten or so minutes of extra time? I... Uh... I slept on the floor that night."

("I told you to hurry up.")

"I THOUGHT YOU WERE JOKING!"

("I never joke about stealing other people's bed for a sleepover.")

"RYAN WE LIVE TOGETHER NOW."

("And 'living together' is just code for 'permanent sleepover'.")

(Laughter can be heard from behind the camera)