Grown Men and Then Some

Keys

I stood outside the apartment building with my keys in hand. I had been mailed them before I'd left for America. I stared down at the small keyring, three keys hanging from it. Taking the one marked for the front door, I turned the key in the lock and pulled the door open. The lobby had a front counter with a man working behind it, and he smiled upon seeing my suitcase.
"Need any help?"
"Oh, yes please... what floor is..."
He gestured for my keys, so I handed them to him. After reading the apartment numbee off of the house key, he handed them back.
"Floor seven," he replied.
"Thank you so much," I smiled.
"Have a nice day, Miss," he waved.
I grinned as I walked off swiftly. "You as well."
Stepping into the elevator, the doors closed smoothly. The walls were a waxed mahogany wood, and held a silver handrail. A minute passed before the lift stopped, opening onto the seventh floor as I stepped out. Staring at my keys as I walked, I spent about three minutes looking for my door. I realized I hadn't seen any doors for a while, and noticed this end of the hallway was completely bare, except for a door just a few steps away. On my left was a door that read 507, and I held my breath. Inserting the key into the keyhole, I slowly turned it until I heard it click. I pushed the door open and stepped inside, pulling my suitcase behind me. Closing the door, I stared at the white kitchen and large living room, large windows covering almost an entire wall. I was confused as to why it was so large, but then I noticed someone standing up from the white couch.
He stared at me, puzzled, and ran a hsnd through his brown hair.
"It's another one," he spoke to himself, accent noticable. He then turned, to the large hall I couldn't see down, which was right past the kitchen. "Guys," he called. "Another person's here!"
I heard a few doors open and close, hearing a voice from the second floor.
"What the hell are you on about?" A man with dark hair leaned over the railing by the curved staircase. "Already?" He looked to me. "You've gotta be kidding me, man."
As he hurried down the steps, a man emerged from the hallways. His face was scruffy. "What? What the-" he moved his mouth like a fish.
After him stepped amother man with slightly tanned skin. He squinted through his glasses, which had no lenses. "A girl, too? Dude..." he sighed.
I was incredibly confused as the four men stood around the room. "What's going on?" I asked them. "Did we all have the same key?"
"I think so," the first man replied, scratching his head. "There are doors down the hall. We each have a room that gets unlocked with the our third keys. You've probably got one too."
"This place is too big for one person anyway," saod the second man.
"Probably get lonely," scruffy face sighed.
"Yeah. But you've got waifu cutouts in your room," said the last.
"So... we're all roommates?" I blinked at them all.
"I guess so," said the last man.
"We're complete assholes. We didn't actually introduce ourselves," the second man crossrd his arms.
The entire room looked at him.
"Who goes first?" Scruffy asked.
"How about you, man?" The first man said.
"Will Ryan," the man with a majority of his hair dark replies.
"I'm Ryan myself," the man standing next to him said. He grinned, white teeth showing.
"People call me Noble," the man with the scruffy face said. He seemed more down to earth than in his videos.
"Everyone calls me Jay," the gently tanned man adjusted his fake glasses.
"We're very sure there's more of us that haven't arrived yet. There's a lot of locked doors," Will Ryan explained.
"By the way," Ryan began. "Who are you?"
"I'm Vay. I know who you all are... I'm subscribed to all of you." I said.
".... really?"
"Yeah," I said. "You all make me laugh. I enjoy your videos..." I glanced around. "And now... apparently we all live together."