(Sebastian on the top)
Sebastian's P.O.V.
Saturday's Saturday's Saturday's, nothing to do on Saturday's other than sit here and do nothing. Sitting on the couch at three in the afternoon is not how I wanted to spend my day, I've been sitting here since nine this mourning either zoning out or watching the fucking news.
Two minutes have passed and I checked my phone for the fifth time in ten minutes at 3:24 p.m., it read. I groaned and went to slide it back into my pocket when it lit up flashing a name "Noah" I said smiling softly, at least someone wants to talk to me other than my brothers who are currently locked in their rooms writing song lyrics or drawing. I swiped to the right to answer the call.
"Hey, Noah, what's up?" I asked sitting up a bit more from my sprawled out position on the leather couch.
"hey man, ugh I hate having to say this" he mumbled which piqued my interest
"what is it? You can tell me anything Noah" he groaned on the other end of the phone and I could just tell that he was pinching the top of his nose, a habit of his.
"Well, I lost my job a while ago and my landlord gave me an eviction notice earlier today saying that I have to be out with all of my stuff by Wednesday" I sighed
"you haven't tried to find another job?" I asked him as I got up off the couch for the first time in a few hours.
"yeah I tried but nobody wants to hire a twenty-six-year-old asshole" I chuckled at that
"you gotta be nice to them to get the job Noah" I parented as I poured myself a glass of water
"I am Sebastian. Well until they say they don't want me" I rolled my eyes.
"I can come over and help you pack up if you want" I suggested "really? That would be great!" He said happily
"yeah, when do you want me to come over?"
"Now if that's okay"
"yeah yeah, I've got literally nothing to do. I'll see if Remington and Emerson wanna come and help then I'll be on my way"
"Okay great, pick up some boxes on the way would ya?"
"Yeah whatever, see you soon"
"okay thanks man, bye"
"bye" I pulled the phone away from my ear and clicked the hangup button.
Drinking the rest of my water I put the cup in the sink and headed over to Remington's room. I knocked on the door a few times before he answered looking at me quite annoyed.
"what do you want Sebastian?" He asked with his head poking out of the room.
"Noah is getting evicted and I'm heading over to help him start packing, you wanna come help?" I asked as I slid my phone back into my pocket.
"yeah sure I'll be out in a few" I nodded and walked away.
I climbed up the stairs because Emerson wanted the room up their instead of on the main floor with us, but we've kinda made the extra bedroom on our floor into a studio which was kinda nice because that stuff is way too heavy to drag up a flight of stairs.
Once I made it to Emerson's room I knocked on the door rather hard because he's usually zoned out or just ignoring me.
"come in!" He yelled, I opened the door and stepped in making sure to close it behind me because Emerson gets cranky when people don't close it.
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