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Laundry Room

Whats up all you party people, welcome to my story! Just a quick background on the main character, aka you, it's a girl who is in her very early twenties, she's moved from america to london for unknown reasons (unknown because I havent thought of a reason yet lol) and you've been living your life and that is where we are beginning the story!
Little background on me because I feel the need to add a disclaimer, I am american and have no fucking clue how british lingo works, so if it sounds weird in the story, this is my apology in advance :)))

ENJOY, FOLKS

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I'm in the basement of my apartment building doing laundry. It's Saturday morning and this is the kind of shenanigans that I get up to. I'm blasting Billie Eilish through my headphones and jamming out to Bad Guy when a boy walks in, carrying a basket of laundry under his arm. I side eye him as some clothes fall out of his basket and onto the floor, he clumsily slings them back in and proceeds to a washer near where I'm standing. I smirk and continue folding my pants in a neat pile on the table.

As I'm jamming, I'm aware of the feeling of eyes on me and the only other person in the room is this kid. Although, on closer inspection, he's not a kid just has a bit of a smaller build to him. You can tell he's probably in his early twenties and doesn't know how to shave properly. As I glance over at him, we lock eyes and he gives me a small smile. I look away embarrassed that he caught me looking. I try to hurry up my folding so I can get out of here.

But then, I feel a soft tap on my shoulder. I take out one ear bud and peer over the shoulder which has just been tapped and see the boy standing a bit behind me.

"I hope you don't mind me asking or think this is weird but what are you listening to?" the boy asks with a slight lisp.

"I'm listening to Billie Eilish, I'm obsessed with her right now." I answer and fully turn to face him leaning back against the table behind me. "Why do you ask?"

"I was just curious because you looked so genuinely into whatever you were listening to, I've never seen someone so into music," The boy beams at me. "And honestly, you just looked too happy to be doing your laundry, I had to know what was up."

"Well, now you know! I'm glad I could pique your curiosity," I say and give him a sort of flirty smile. I can see his eyes widen with a hint of surprise.

"You know, some people say that I resemble Billie Eilish a bit in the facial region," He raises his eyebrows and gestures with his hand a circle around his face.

I squint my eyes and scrutinize his features, it's hard to tell with his bangs covering a large portion of his face, but I do see some similarities.

"Wow, okay, yeah!" I respond. He's cute and I'm feeling bold, so I add, "I mean, you're both very attractive, so I get where people are coming from."

A small blush appears over the bridge of his nose, he looks down at his feet. I feel a thrill from flirting with a new guy, my poor broken heart deserves this right now.

"I'm Alex," he says when he finally looks up.

"I'm Y/N," I respond.

As soon as my name leaves my mouth, a tall, burly man comes barging into the laundry room making me jump a tad at his entrance. 

"Oh sorry, I didn't mean to ruin whatever was going on here but," he shoves some very familiar looking sweatshirts towards Alex. "George wanted me to run down quick and ask if you could wash these for him. Apparently he's too fucking lazy to have run down here himself or to do his own damn laundry."

I stopped listening once I saw the sweatshirts and heard the name George. George. My George. I must have been obviously spacing out because I can hear Alex repeat my name multiple times before I come back to. "Huh, yeah?" I say

"You looked sort of out of it for a second there, just making sure you would come back," he gives me a slightly worried smile. "Anyway, this is my mate James."

"Yeah, hello James," I spit out the words already forming my next question. I point at the sweatshirts and look towards Alex. "So, you must be George's roommate? It's so good to finally meet you."

Alex pauses and shoots me a confused look, "How do you know George?'

I take a breath before answering, "I'm Geor--," but Alex cuts me off.

"OH! Y/N, the american accent, lives in the building, how could I have not realized?" Alex slaps his hand on his head.

James, seemingly very lost as to what's happening asks, "Is somebody going to tell me what the bloody hell is going on?"

"This is George's soulmate," Alex announces to James and gestures towards me. 

Thank you so much for reading this first chapter! Crazier things are about to go down next, so stay tuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuned :)