Rated PG
Chapter 1
"Rise and shine to the Lord!" Elder Smith sing songs through the small apartment.
Looking at my clock, I realize it is only 5am. Groaning, I roll out of bed to start my first day as a Mormon Missionary. I make my way to the bathroom sleepily only to be stopped abruptly by Elder Black. "You get used to it. She is always like this." She smiles at me. "By the way, my first name is Stacy and Elder Sanders first name is Brook." Stacy pats my back and we both enter the bathroom to brush our teeth together.
It turns out that everything in this apartment is very organized and scheduled. That is how Elder Smith likes it. We are up by five and ready to go for the day by 6:15am on the dot. Then we have scripture study from then till we walk out the door at 8am.
"Elder Carlin, you and I are going to be buddies." Smith states. I can't help but wonder how she was back home with her family. I wonder if they the same as her.
"okay"
Smith isn't bad looking either. She has dirty blonde hair and green eyes that glow like emeralds. Height wise we are all about the same. Stacy is probably the tallest of us. She reminds me of a softball player build with muscles and such. However, Brook is defiantly the most shy. She has only said a couple of words to me since we got back last night. Her curly hair seems to resist being pulled up in a bun and fights to poof out everywhere.
"Everyone get your bicycles. We are ready to start the day." Smith is awfully excited about this. I mean we are in dresses for crying out loud. I for one do not want to ride a bike with a dress but that is what the church wants us to use.
Pushing our bikes out the door, I am able to see the other apartments clearly now. Our neighbors that are closest to us live in apartment 3a. I wonder what they are like.
"Let's go Carlin!" Just like that Smith and I are on our way throughout the city to spread the word of God and our church.
The very first street we come to with houses looks really nice and cozy. However as we approach the first door and knock . An elderly old woman answers smiling until she see's our name tags and realize we are Mormons. The smile gone and door slammed in our face, and we are on our way to the next house. Funny enough the same things happens at every single we house we go to. I guess people around here really don't like us.
Our last house on the street and our last stop before lunch comes into view. Smith and I approach it carefully hoping this will be the one that allows us to do our job.
Knock! Knock!
A nice looking man answers the door in a bathrobe. "Hi. We are from the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, and we would like to talk to you about the gospel." He places his hand up to stop us. "Hold on a second please. I want my other half to hear this too. HONEY COME HERE PLEASE!" He yells to the back of the house.
What happened next, I was totally not expecting. A huge man about six foot and muscle bound comes up behind the guy in the bathrobe and grabs hold of him by his waist.
"Now as you where saying ladies?" I'm shocked and unable to speak.
"We are sorry to bother you." Just like that Smith has me and pulling me back to our bikes. I guess it is time for lunch. This is going to be a lot of work in this city.
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God Damn! Who is making all that noise outside at 8 0'clock in the fucking morning. I'm going to kill who ever it is.
I don't even take time to change out of my boxers and t-shirt before barreling out the door to find out what is happening. Two very overly dressed girls are standing in front of me with bicycles in hand. I bet they are on there way to school. Smiling to myself, I can't believe how lucky I am to have new college girls living next to me. The girl with the curly hair is cute, and I can so picture her naked underneath already. The other is pretty in her own right but is a bit to masculine for my taste.
The plan is already forming in my head on how I'm going to introduce myself to them, but it defiantly will not be in my pjs. Slipping back into my apartment to be met by a very sleepy Aiden. I swear that guy does not own a shirt in that closet of his.
"Hey" He grunts out making his way to the kitchen.
"So what do you know about our new neighbors?" I ask hoping he has the scoop on them already.
"I think someone mentioned that they are Mormon Missionaries or some shit like that. Why Ash?"
"No reason."
"I know that look Ash and trust me it won't happen." He shakes his head before getting a bowl of cereal.
He doesn't know what he is talking about. I will show him how good the Davies' charm works. I chuckle to myself and take off for the bathroom. I have a lot of work to do to get ready for my intro.
My best pair of jean that hug my ass just right and a shirt that shows all the right spots too. I know I am ready to dazzle these girls. Beer in hand, I knock on there door.
A dirty blonde hair girl answers with green eyes whose smile doesn't quite reach her eyes.
"Hey, I'm Ashley and your neighbor in 3a. I thought I would be nice and welcome you to the complex. I even brought the beer!" I smile and hold up my gift.
The three girls all laugh at me. I recognized the two from this morning but not the one at the door.
Mean green eyed girl holds off laughing long enough to inform that they are Mormon and do not drink nor do they want anything to do with me.
I'm about to turn around and leave with my tail between my legs when their forth roommate appears. It's blue eyes from last night.
She smiles at me and this time I see a smile that lights up her eyes. It causes me to give a nose crinkling smile in return. Before I can get her name though, I am pushed out the door and staring at it shocked. What in the hell just happen in there? I return to my apartment with beer in hand. At least Aids will be happy about the beer.
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I heard all the laughing in the living room, so I wondered in to what was going on. The girl I saw last night at restaurant was actually standing in my living room. Those chocolate eyes are addicting. I couldn't help to smile at her. When she smiled at me and her nose crinkled, I almost lost it. I wanted to ask her name but Smith threw her out before I had the chance.
Door closed, I turn to my roommates "What was that about just now?" They are finally calming down from laughing so they can answer me.
"That dyke just showed up with beer at our door hoping to get in our pants." The dyke comment stung and hurt. I always thought we where suppose to be accepting. I'm not sure what to say to them so I play it safe and reply "oh."
Returning to my room, I decide to get some sleep and wonder what tomorrow will bring. I'm guessing it will be exactly the same as today minus our visitor.