Ray and Mitch are back!

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I hope you enjoy this chapter of Dreams, cause there'll be a whole ton more of it coming later! :D

Ray POV

Our room wasn't as big as the one in Washington.

That was obvious, because we had so many other couples living in the same house in LA… and there was space that we needed to share.

The walls were white, similar to the interior of the rest of the house. It had a small walk-in closet with a sliding mirror door covering the entrance to one side, and a wooden shelf back from Mitch's old place in Washington on the other. The bed had planned to be in the middle of the bed, the foot facing the front door. Mitch and I had to share a restroom with Jason and Brooke, who had their room next door.

Movers eventually got to placing the furniture in our room after four hours of being in LA. The bed and its mattress got moved into the room, and I instantly jumped onto it, my back metaphorically "dissolving" into the foam. It felt nice. I would like sleeping on that bed.

As I watched the movers finish with the items and leave the room, my eyes closed. I suddenly felt warmth creep over, launch itself onto the bed, and wrap its arm around me. Slightly smirking, I opened one eye to find Mitch hugging me. His eyes were closed as well. I smiled and glanced over to find the door closed. Before Mitch arrived, the door was open.

After a few moments of staring at him, Mitch finally opened his eyes and smiled.

"Hey," he begun, kissing my cheek. I flushed red, "We're in LA."

I giggled, "I know."

Still sleepy from the plane ride, we continued lying on the mattress, motionless and speechless. Our eyes met and kept us from separating.

A person knocked on the door. I looked up from Mitch for a split second, but my husband jokingly pulled my head towards him. I softly punched him on his left arm.

"Ow," he chuckled. I shook my head and slowly stood up from the mattress. Walking over to open it, I found my brother at the door.

"Preston," I groaned, stretching my arms to each side, "What do you want?"

"Jerome is looking for you," he replied, glaring strangely at Mitch, who kept his sight locked on me.

"Okay," I glanced back at Mitch, a smile on my face, "Mitch, baby, you gonna be okay in here alone?"

"Nah, I'll be fine," Mitch responded, jumping up and grabbing me by the waist, "I'll get Quentin to make fish voices in my spare time."

"Mitch! Don't do that to him!"

"Do I have much of a choice?!"

"Yes!"

Mitch dragged me out of the room by my hand and started down the stairs, ironically right next to our room, "I don't have a choice!" he called out, looking up at me. Even louder he yelled, "Quentin, you better start running!"

I burst out laughing. Preston stood by my side, stiff as a log.

"Jerome…" Preston grumbled, "Is still waiting."

"Geez, bro, I got it," I replied, skipping towards Jerome and Carter's room. Before I even knocked on their door, Jerome swooped it open and pulled me inside. Sitting on his couch were Jason and Adam, and they had smirks on their faces.

"Ray," Jason started, "Quentin told us about the stunt back in Washington."

"What stunt?" I burst.

"Water guns?" Adam questioned, "Sound familiar?"

I cautiously nodded.

Jerome continued, "We wanna pranks our girls."

I paused, staring at them weirdly, "Why?"

"Cause it's fun," Adam told me, enunciating the f in fun.

"Will you help?" Jerome pleaded, pulling on my grey long-sleeved UCLA sweatshirt.

I nodded, unsure of what I was getting myself into.

Adam jumped up in glee, "Yay!"

"But don't expect me to do anything super productive. Cause that's what I did during the water gun battle," I snapped at the boys, mainly Adam.

"It's fine. We just want your ideas," Jerome told me.

"Okay… um… I honestly have no clue…"

Jason jumped in, "What if we put speakers around the house and troll the girls with our really loud music?"

"Eh," Jerome replied, shaking his hand to motion iffy.

"Water balloons?" Adam suggested.

"So last year," Jason chuckled.

I sat in the corner, surprised, "You guys sound like girls trying to prank their manly boyfriends. I'm serious."

"Let's just do the music one," Jerome announced, "Jason, do you have the speakers?"

"We all do. You know… from recording?"

"Uh…" Adam interrupted, "I'm not sure that's the same thing."

"What are you talking about?" Jerome questioned, "Yeah it is." He opened the door and walked out, most likely searching for the speakers. Adam and Jason glared at each other before standing up and following their friend. I stood in the middle of the room, amazed.

Two minutes later, the boys came back with at least twenty speakers. They weren't huge, but Jerome said that they would fill up the whole house, which I doubted. Of course I didn't say anything, but it was a bit obvious.

"Okay," Jerome declared once Adam and Jason were prepared to load the speakers. I, yet again, stood off to the side, holding a few of the speakers, crossing my arms, and not paying attention to Jerome's commands. Why would they trust a girl to help them in pranks anyways? And by girl, I mean me of all girls.

The only spots I was assigned to were the bedroom. The boys had the harder time of trying to distract the girls while they planted the speakers. I supposed Fia had asked where I was, with Adam replying that I was helping them with computer issues.

Once that was finished, we all regrouped back in Jerome's bedroom. Jason set the speakers up to play Baby by Justin Bieber through his computer.

A loud boom went off in what was the entryway, followed by Preston's girly scream. My eyes widened, and the four of us rushed out of Jerome's room and down to the entryway. Preston was curled up in a corner of the room, his knees huddled to his chest. He breathed heavily, which meant he was freaked out. Brooke came out from another room, laughing hysterically.

"Jason!" she yelled, a large grin appearing on her face, "You thought you could prank me?!"

Carter and Fia came out from the same room, both smirking.

"Wait?" Jerome asked, "You all knew about the trick?"

The girls nodded at the same time.

Fia chuckled, "And you asked Ray to help you out? Really? Why not Mitch? Or another guy?"

"That's what I said!" I bursted. Fia laughed, shaking her head, and pulling my arm towards her.

"Girls stick together," Carter told me, giggling, "Not with those guys." She winked at Jerome, who chuckled himself.

Quentin, Sapphire, Ty, Crystal, and Mitch came out from the main entertainment room, to the left of the entryway. Mitch quickly figured out one of Jerome's pranks had failed and burst out laughing.

"What's wrong with you?" Jason queried, a confused look on his face. Log (who am I re-naming Tyler cause the other Tyler is now Brotato) peeked out from upstairs, glaring down at us.

Ian then walked out of the kitchen, to the right of the front door of the house with Zee, who helped him carry out a giant vanilla frosted cake that read: Welcome to LA Team Crafted!

"This is probably not gonna help," Zee stated, staring at the incident between the genders.

"I want cake," I grumpily whined, stomping into the kitchen to grab a plate. The others watched me leave the entryway, including Preston, who was still curled up in the corner.

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