Falling for my roommate

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Charlotte ran into her brothers open arms, flinging her backpack on the floor as she did so.

He picked her up and spun her around, before slamming her onto the couch. She pushed him roughly as he quickly punched her in the arm, making her Yelp in pain.

"That actually hurt," she whined, rubbing her arm.

He shrugged, "It was supposed to."

She glared at him and sat up properly, now kicking him roughly in the shin. He jumped up quickly, clutching his leg. "Bitch."

She smirked at him and walked into his kitchen, her mood being dampened immediately when she saw Preston sitting on the stool eating some cereal.

"I knew that I smelled something weird," he drawled as she began looking through the cupboards.

She rolled her eyes and bent down to look through one and he spoke up again. "I must say, the view from here is quite good."

She gasped and stood up straight, turning to face him angrily. "Who do you think you are?" She snapped.

He shrugged, "What, we're both young, single people, am I not allowed to admire a good view?"

Charlotte rolled her eyes, "Speak for yourself, I actually have a boyfriend."

His ears perked up at this, "You mean there is a guy unlucky enough to end up with someone as whiny as you. I feel sorry for the poor guy."

She shrugged, "Well it just so happens that my boyfriend is Dylan."

"Excuse me, what!?"

Charlotte closed her eyes briefly, annoyed at herself for not seeing Conor walking into the kitchen. She spun on her heel to look at an angry Conor glaring at her.

"Dylan and I are dating."

Preston's face showed shock for a millisecond before he started laughing, "Oh honey, you and about six million other girls are dating Dylan."

Conor shook his head, "Are you sure that's a good idea? You know, to be dating someone known for being a player?"

Charlotte stepped back, feeling rather offended. "Dylan is happy with me and I am happy with him, okay!?"

Conor shrugged and held his hands up defensively, backing out of the kitchen once more, leaving Charlotte and Preston in an awkward silence.

"You're an idiot," he growled lowly.

Charlotte raised her eyebrows at him, "And why is that?"

He scoffed "you know exactly why."

Charlotte rolled her eyes at the man, "Dylan is a good guy, so fuck off and mind your own damn business."

Preston clenched his jaw and stormed out of the kitchen, slamming the door against the wall as he did so. She angrily walked into the living room to sit next to Conor once again, after forgetting why she had walked into the kitchen in the first place.

Her phone, that had been left on the table in the middle of the room, began to ring. She rushed over to answer it, wanting to her out of the awkwardness she was being forced to endure.

"Hello?"

She smiled, "Hey Jordan,"

Conor let out a visible sigh of relief as Charlotte continued to talk To Jordan on the phone, then joking together and catching up on what they had missed.

"So... your birthday is in a few days!"

Charlotte held the phone away from her ear as Jordan sang a high pitched version of happy birthday. "Please stop, my ears are bleeding."