It Started With Hello

Chapter 3- This is My Room

AN: Lincoln the room thief to the side.

Arabella-

ERR ER ERR. My alarm goes off; I roll over only to roll into something. "Farley move over buddy." I tell him reaching over him to switch on my lamp and quickly climb out of my bed to get into running clothes. I use the switch on the wall to turn off my lamp. Only I see Farley sleeping on the floor. The lazy dog. "Farley, let's go for a walk." He rolls over and sits up wagging his tail. I open the door and he bounds out. I roll my eyes and follow him shutting the door behind me.

After a very relaxing and much needed run in the gym with Farley. I head back to my room to change and shower. Not necessarily in that order. My day's plans running through my head. I open the door to find a boy lying on my bed. I do the only rational thing I can think of and scream. Farley begins barking and the boy looks up in alarm before scrambling to get out of bed. That's right buster get out of my room.

"What are you doing in here?" I ask him trying to regain composure.

"I'm sleeping?" He answers.

"In my bedroom." I retort, "Highly unlikely."

"Bella." I hear Noah panting as he reaches the door. "I'm so sorry. Dad forgot you were coming. They got here late last night. And I completely forgot that your room was the same room Dad assigned to him. It's all my fault. He put one of the singers in your room. I should've double checked before I sent him in. I'm so sorry." He begins to explain, "I'm working on fixing it. I totally forgot I'm so sorry!"

"Your dad would forget I was coming last night," I roll my eyes; Farley had finally calmed down and rested at my feet, "Did you even get my note?"

"Not until they were all in bed."

"All," I repeat, "As in there are more of them?"

"Four more." Noah continues, "His band is right down the hall."

"Oh, joy." I continue, I'm sure the sarcasm is all to noticeable, I don't really care, "What did I do to deserve this?"

"They're not that bad Bella."

"That remains to be seen." I tell him, "Find him another room." I point to the boy still standing in my bedroom.

"Me!" He asks in alarm, "Why me? Can't you find another room? My band-mates are right down the hall." He continues.

"Me?" I ask surprised, "I've only lived in this room for three years. Three years worth of things that belong to me are in here. Three years of memories. All of its mine. Mine, not yours." I tell him, "I'm not about to move out of my room, no way. You can move your luggage."

"Bella, be nice." Noah warns me. Don't really care.

"Get this nut job out of my room." I tell Noah, memories of moving in begin flashing in my mind, "I'm not moving again. I can't. I won't."

"Bella! CALM Down!" Noah tells me again, "We're not going to make you move. Lincoln, there's a room a few doors down." He explains to the boy.

AN: As I was going over the story, I realized this chapter didn't get published, and chapter four does not make sense without it. so please read before reading chapter four.