Love's Complex

Chapter 5

A/N: This is a really long filler chapter, but it's not like the rest of the chapters have been fillers... right? (~_~) (I'm so sorry, I'm new to fictional writing)

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A couple of days have passed since me and Fayre have gone house hunting and I haven't seen the five since then. Currently I'm on Fayre's bed doing some random story writing while she's reading beside me while we listen to Finneas O'Connell, Fayre's newest obsession. (He's a very good singer, check him out)

I've gone to just call them the five because I feel sort of awkward calling them some other names that have crossed my mind. Like, I think calling them angels, deities or models would be the tiniest bit of an exaggeration and I couldn't stop myself from laughing when I thought about it.

Anyways, I've been looking through the instructions for this paper at least 10 times and for some reason I have no idea what it says. Is it possible for a person to develop dyslexia later on in life? 'Cause right now, I'm pretty sure what i'm looking at now aren't words.

"Fayyyy"

"What?"

"Fayyyyyrrreeee"

"What Naila?"

"Fayyyyyyyrrrrrreeeeeeee"

"Naila... CUT IT OUT! WHAT DO YOU WANT?"

"Can you please explain what this is saying?" I say, shoving my laptop at her, the screen holding the instructions I needed. "Please...?"

The girl looks at the screen and back up at me.

"Isn't this the assignment you were supposed to be working on for the last hour we've been here?" She deadpans.

Scratching the back of my head I sort of laugh.

"Naila, you told me you wanted me to stay here, in this cramped room with you for the past hour because you didn't want to be alone and you haven't done anything?"

"I'm sorry okay? I just have a lot on my mind, and I swear I must have some sort of learning disability. Those aren't words, they are jumbled up characters!!"

"Ooo, is little Naila having a love problem? Tell me!" Fayre jumps up and starts shaking my shoulders.

"I would but yOU HAVE TO LET GO OF ME FIRST!"

The hyperactive girl lets go for me to catch my breath.

"No, I'm not having a love problem. I'm confused about the apartment thing mostly to be honest. Well, less confused, more worried."

"Oh," Fayre looked surprised, "I thought it was already obvious. Aren't you going to be moving in with Allegra and them? You evidently have been thinking about them a bit since you guys met."

"Of course you know what I'm thinking," I signed and rolled my eyes. "I get that moving in with them might be the best option but would I just be a bother?"

Squinting her eyes at me she assesses me, trying to figure out what I'm talking about probably, also silently asking for me to elaborate.

"What I mean is, would I just be in the way of them? They seem so comfortable with each other, and they have a perfect system, but what would happen if I just happen to mess that up. I don't want to be annoying."

"Naila. You promised you would try to stop this. You are an amazing person and you are so helpful. I'm sure you'd find a way to help out. If it's not a specific job then maybe you could try to help each person with theirs. Like helping Eliza cook, and Mikael clean, ya know?"