laila's pov
I ran towards Matt and jumped into his arms. I've missed him so much.
"Hey lay, I've missed you."
Matt and I used to HATE each other when we were little. The amount of times we've chased each other around the house with knives was too many. I mean we almost killed each other maybe a hundred times throughout our childhood.
It was different though, when he moved out to LA. We've always loved each other deep down, even when we fought. But now we're physically so far apart, our relationship is more love than fighting.
I'm Laila Champion, I'm 18, and my brother and his friends call me "Lay" because my name makes me cringe, especially when people say it out loud.
I came out to LA because of my art. I make anywhere from 5k-100k a project. So it was time for me to expand my horizons I guess. Matt insisted I move into the brockhampton house, cause let's be honest, he's protective as fuck. He even gave me my own studio shed in the back so I can work.
We got into his car after waiting at baggage claim. I sent most of my things through the mail to avoid hauling 100 bags with me so I was just waiting for the last of my belongings.
I realized he came alone, which was odd but the boys were probably busy so it's whatever.
"You excited to make some art?" Matt asked.
"Yeah. I finished the orders and shipped them out before I left. So I have some time to settle down before Brandon starts barking at me." I replied. Brandon's my manager. Every request I have, goes through him first.
"Damn this traffic fucking sucks." I added.
"That's LA for ya."
"So tell me what's up with you? You got a girlfriend or sum?" I asked.
"Nope i'm painfully single." He replied while clutching onto his chest.
"Aw you'll find someone matty, but you probably don't have a girlfriend cause of that hair. Imma be honest with you, when a girl is talking to someone and they cut their hair, it's over for the guy."
"What why?"
"We enjoy playing with hair, what's there to play with if your bald? Armpit hair?"
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We finally arrived at the house after that painful traffic.
Matt made me put on a blindfold for some fucking reason... Oooo maybe they're planing on killing me. That's fun.
"Alright can you see?" He asked while adjusting the blindfold.
"No sir I can not."
"Perfect." He mumbled before I heard the trunk slam shut.
He guided me to the door and I could hear him unlock it. I was guided up a set of stairs and the house was dead silent. Which is odd, considering a group of boys live here.
I heard the rattle of a doorknob and then "SURPRISE"
I struggled to take off the blindfold and I was greeted by a beautiful room and a large group of boys. The room was minimal with these HUGE beautiful windows. It looked straight off some aesthetic instagram page. They even reframed my art to match the room. It's gorgeous.
"Aw thank you boys, I love it so much." I said while making puppy dog eyes and opening my arms for a group hug.
They all hugged me and we made small talk before I realized someone was missing. Bearface, I think that's his name. I don't know, he's the only member of brockhampton I haven't met.
