Y/n lives on a U.S. island, her life was great until her bestfriend moved and things started.......changing.
Watch as this classic take on love triangle ensues, with a bit of a twist.
You gingerly walked down the steps, out of your room. Your mother met you halfway and dragged you down the rest.
"What the fuck is this?" She quizzed pointing at the not put up, dry dishes on the drying mat.
"Wait, but its Chase's turn to wash the dishes", you responded in a confused manner.
"Well he can't get them done if there's nowhere to put the dishes to dry", she stated as she crossed her arms.
"But shouldn't putting up the dry dishes be part of "doing the dishes ", you reply still utterly confused.
"Y/n M/n L/n, NOWHERE DID I ASK FOR YOUR OPINION! I WANT YOU TO PUT THESE UP NOW BEFORE I TAKE THAT PHONE OF YOURS!"
"yes..."
"YES? YES, WHAT Y/N?"
"yes ma'am", you state clearly irritated.
"Good, and while you're at it, wash the dishes", she remarked, before walking away.
You wanted to scream, knock things over, just have a full out tantrum, but you couldn't.
You rolled up your sleeves and ran the dish water. As you put up the dishes on the drying mat, you glared at Chase. There he sat, at your bar on social media, being absolutely useless. But what could you do?
After you cleared the drying mat and replaced the old dishes with clean, wet ones, you pulled on your black converse with pink and yellow rosemallows painted on them. You also grabbed your shoulder satchel and your phone, and left the hell house.
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You made your way across the street to your neighbor's house(picture) and knocked on the door. A woman, on the taller side, slowly opened the door.
"Hmm? Oh hello Y/n, it's been a while, you must be looking for Orchird, come in", she beckoned.
You were relatively close with your neighbor, Orchird, and her European family. You actually loved the family, and you wished that you had been born into it, instead of your nightmare brood. This home was your safe place, your sanctuary, but the house wasn't nearly the best part. It had to be Orchird's older brother, Arum. He was 16, the same age as you and Orchird but 3 months older than you and 4 on Orchird. He was 5'11, with dark brown messy, curly hair that reached to the halfway point of his neck. Arum had a thick English accent and dirty green eyes that seemed to illuminate in any kind of light.
Once inside the safe haven, you made your way to the kitchen bar with Orchird. She served you some green tea--which the leaves she and Arum had grown themselves--and a brownie.
"S-so uum...what up with you?", Orchird quizzed.
"Oh you know, family stuff".
Orchird could clearly sense something was up with you. She understood you were undergoing some changes, with your bestfriend moving away and such, and she guessed that whatever had just gone down at your place hadn't helped.
