Thank you for the reviews and favorites already! I love you all, and I'm happy to see my reviewers from other stories catching onto these. I'm going to make comments in this story short at the top, but I'm always including shout-outs!
am4muzik: Aw thanks! I love her character; I make myself laugh haha. She'll be able to fight the looks with her power… especially if she's pissed. Psh it's fine if it sounded sexual. The only way she would be handling him is if he got her so mad that she would do something to it… Very painful thought. And neither would I, I get you ;)
Taylor Shine: Oh yeah I understand you, I review from my phone as well sometimes. And I'm glad you found it funny! That's what I was kind of shooting for with the caps somewhat. And thanks for the favorite as well (: What kind of a phone do you have? I have the iPhone 4, so I can review, follow and favorite, but I don't know about updates. However, there is an app you can get that has all the fan fiction stories. I had it before but can't remember. And that's great! Phones do that sometimes yes.
~Chapter 2: Enjoying The Shows ~
Well, after cooling myself down with the air conditioner in the moving truck, I finally decided to haul some boxes up to my apartment. Wait, I need to stop saying that. It's "our" now… Please note by mocking tone. I am less than happy about this.
Anyway, I grabbed my purse from the front passenger seat and flung it over my shoulder, grabbing the small box of valuable things on the floor. You must be crazy if you think I'd leave anything valuable in the back with the risk of being stolen. Safe my ass, I don't trust anyone in this town.
So, I struggled up the steps in my slippery flats, which I didn't learn until now, and made it all the way down to the door 2J. Balancing the box in my right hand, I held my chin against it in place and turned the knob. Well, I tried. That little cocky bastard locked the door on me. After letting out a few grumbles and swears under my breath, I stuck my key in and unlocked the door. Leaning against the doorway, I kicked the door open with the left foot and stepped inside, huffing and puffing.
It was just lovely looking up and seeing James standing there with his hands on his hips, a smug smile across his face. Oh how I wanted to slap that right off and give him a reason to frown. Possibly including injuries… More like most likely. Oh who am I kidding, that dick would be coming off.
I could feel his eyes watching me as I brought the box to the small kitchen table, dropping it with a thud. "Jesus Christ that was heavy," I puffed, wiping the loose wisps of hair on my head with my arm. I knew he still had his eyes on me, so I leaned the small of my back against the table and crossed my feet and arms. "What are you staring at?"
James smirked, the right side of his lips curling up slowly. "Nothing," he casually said, shrugging his shoulders. And with that, he turned around and walked back down the hall to disappear in one of the rooms.
My hands dropped to my thighs, expressing my aggravation towards my new roommate. If he wanted to be creepy right now and watch me, so be it. It would be better, though, if he watched me as he was helping bringing up boxes! NOT JUST WALK BACK INTO HIS ROOM TO JACK OFF OR SOMETHING Ew no I don't want to think about that. Especially if it's on my bed or anything I'll be using. Note to self: wash ALL sheets and blankets before sleeping on them. Oh wait, I need to figure out about a bed arrangement first.
But I think I'd rather lug boxes up and down the steps instead of exploring the apartment I'm going to spend a month of my life in… Haha, just kidding, you don't know how bad I want to plop on a bed and fall asleep. Just curl up with a mound of blankets over me and sleep for the whole day. I'll turn into a cat for all I care. Unfortunately, I still have a ton of boxes down in the truck that need to find their way home. Guess I'll do it myself… wait a minute. I am now living with a guy who looks like he can carry boxes. Ooh idea time! I'll use my sex appeal once again to help me.
Sauntering my way down the hallway, I peered through each close door until I found the bedroom James was in. He was digging through the drawers for a shirt, looking over his shoulder at me when he heard the door crack. "Hey…" I began, pressing my back against the door frame. "Would you mind helping me with the boxes? I'll treat you later…" God I hope he realizes I mean like make him dinner or something, not have sex. Sure it sounds like I'm implying that, but it's just a tactic we all use. A few hip wiggles, a couple chest shakes, and he'll be following me like a puppy.
James eyed me against the doorway, biting his bottom lip before turning his head back the drawers. "Nah, I'm good. I've got some stuff to do…" He shut the drawer and pulled a navy blue V-neck over his head, not bothering to pull the rest of it down over his sculpted stomach. Then he just walked past me into the hallway, not bothering to lift a finger or anything. So, being the stubborn person I am, I followed after to try and change his mind. I followed him all the way to the living room, where he sat down and let his shirt ride up even more. The T.V. was clicked onto some stupid car chase show as he put his feet up and ignored my existence.
Damn you, James Diamond. Pull down your shirt. Nobody wants to see your six-pack or your tan, toned chest. No… wait… James, what are you doing? Don't pull the shirt down I WAS ONLY JOKING DON'T YOU DARE I HAVEN'T SEEN A GUY SHIRTLESS LIKE THAT SINCE THE LAST TIME I STEPPED IN THE GYM WHICH WAS LIKE TWO FUCKING YEARS AGO SO LET ME SEE MY EYECAN- Fuck, you did pull your shirt down. Now I have to hook up my laptop to the Wi-Fi to relieve some tension later on… This is what happens when I'm living with a guy with a guy like that.
To avoid walking over there and lifting his shirt myself, I escaped the apartment and went back to get more boxes. For practically half an hour, my lazy ass was actually put to work hauling every box into the apartment. Thank god the door was open, but lovely James was just sitting on the couch watching T.V. the whole time. He would glance over at me putting down a box for a few seconds before returning his stare back to the T.V. Does he really think I can't see?
After the final box was brought up, I collapsed on top of it and pushed the hair out of my face. James' head shifted at my heavy breathing, staring me down once more. I lifted my chin off the top, squinting at he who was sitting on the couch doing NOTHING. "And you're staring because…?"
He shrugged his shoulders again and didn't say a word, returning to the T.V. Okay, now I'm fed up. Being an ass in general isn't nice, but not even helping a struggling girl just shows you have no heart. I had enough of him sitting on his own lazy ass, so I walked over and shut the T.V. off myself. "What the fuck was that for?" he yelled, his hands going up in the air.
I blocked the screen with my body and crossed my arms, my angry glare never leaving him. "Why didn't you help me with the boxes? Couldn't you see I was having trouble?"
"Yeah I could…" he acknowledged, taking his feet off the table.
"Well… then why didn't you help?"
"I was just enjoying the show."
"Are you kidding me? A stupid cop show was more important than helping your own roommate?"
James chuckled, standing up off the couch. "Oh, not that. Those jeans do wonders for you." He winked and just walked away, disappearing in the bathroom down the hall. That left me with a hanging jaw, realizing that I was indeed the "show" for him. How sexist! And rude! And disgusting and downgrading and oh my I'm running out of good words… What's interesting about me lifting and heaving boxes non-stop, bending up and down and grunting and- oh. Oh. OH. OH MY GOD EW WAS HE VISUALIZING ME DURING SEX wait if I sounded good maybe that's not a bad thing. Haha I made him go to the bathroom. Unless he already had to pee. Not that I want to know…
Instead of dwelling on his comment, I decided to push the box conveniently labeled "Bedroom" down to my bedroom. So, here I go, on all fours, dragging this heavy fucking box across the floor. Oh my fucking god this is so heavy what the hell did I put in here I don't even remember. Like it matters, though. But, inch by inch, I started pushing that box across the floor.
I got about halfway down the hall when my eyes looked to the side for no reason. Well the door is open so- OH MY GOD UM UM THE DOOR IS OPEN AND JAMES IS PEEING AND I CAN HEAR IT AND SEE HIM STANDING THERE OH GOD THIS IS SO DISGUSTING SHUT THE FUCKING DOOR JESUS CHRIST I DON'T NEED TO SEE OR HEAR THAT. I'M SCARRED FOR LIFE NOW JUST SHUT THE DOOR COME ON HAND SLAM IT SHUT AND GET AWAY FROM THE NASTY SIGHT oh thank god I shut it nice and hard, the sound echoing off the walls.
I'm guessing James noticed the sound cause I heard from the back of the bathroom door "What, don't like this show?" The amusement and cockiness dripped from every word, making me bang my head against the box a few times lightly. Yeah, lightly…
"NO I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU PISSING YOUR BRAINS OUT! CAN YOU SHUT THE DOOR OR SOMETHING?"
The toilet flushed from the other side, followed by the sound of running water. I buried my face in my arms, sitting on the floor with the box in front of me. Less than a minute later, James walked out of the bathroom and stopped right in front of me. "Guess I'm not used to a girl around, that's all," he cockily responded, digging his hands in his pockets and standing tall.
I moved onto my knees, pushing on the top of the box enough with my arms so I was somewhat comfortable. "What if I left the door open too, huh? How would you feel about that?"
"I wouldn't mind…" he smirked, his eyes moving to the cut of my shirt.
"Haha very funny… I don't think so, pretty boy." I lifted my back in the air to push the box down the rest of the hallway, almost falling on top of it when I felt a smack to my ass. "WHAT THE FUCK?!" I shrieked, spinning around to see James' little smirk again. One more of those and I'll punch him in the balls. I stood up and pulled up my jeans, looking at him straight in the eyes.
He was hovering over me with his height right now, scaring me just a tad. "You called me pretty boy. I don't like that." Wow, his tone sounds dominant and in control. It's kinda hot. Woah wait a minute I'm feeling a little warm OH SHIT TIME TO GO MY BEDROOM NOW. WHY THE HELL WON'T I MOV- oh wow his eyes are this rich hazel color that draws you in. And right now I'm being sucked in OH GOD GET OUT OF THERE SABRINA HE JUST SMACKED YOU IN THE ASS THAT'S WRONG! STAY STRONG FOR THE GIRL POWER! THE DIAMOND POWERS WILL NOT AFFECT YOU JUST THINK OF A NAKED OLD GUY AT THE BEACH alright I'm good now, but this image in my head is really bad. WHY DID I THINK OF THAT?
James, clearly noticing my racing mind, relaxed his shoulders and gestured his head to the left door. "Second bedroom's in there," he told me, glancing at the box. Aw, his tone isn't as loud or powerful. Damn it. Wait, that's a good thing. It just got cooler phew. "Do you need me to lift that for you?" Oh my, James Diamond is offering to do something. See, the woman charm always wins! Wait, maybe it's because he felt up my ass and wants to take me right on the bed as soon as I get in there. Hm, okay then.
"Yeah…" I admitted, a long breath blowing away the tiny hairs in front of my eyes. My eyes left his to glance at my shoes. Oh god, I'm acting shy and defeated. YOU DO NOT DEFEAT SABRINA DAVIS OH NO. I'M NOT LETTING HIM SEE ME AS A WEAK LITTLE GIRL. "But I can get it," I quickly added, making sure my voice was a little louder and more assertive. Using my knees, I picked the box up from the bottom up to my legs before it landed on the floor again. Well, that didn't work out like I hoped…
"I don't think so," James contradicted, lifting an eyebrow. "Just let me get it." He bent down himself and grabbed the box, grunting as he brought it up to his chest. So that's how he sounds, hm. Wait no I feel myself getting excited STOP DAMN HORMONES HE'S A COCKY ASSHOLE. I'll just cross my legs standing up. "Jesus Christ, what the hell is in this?" He groaned and slowly made his way into my bedroom.
Hm, good question. "I honestly don't remember…" I said, putting my hands on my head and following him to my room. Wow, this room is boring. White walls, white sheets, and tan wood furniture. What sucked the life out of this room? The only color is that black thing on the carpet OH GOD NO IT'S ANOTHER PAIR OF UNDERWEAR I SWEAR TO GOD THOSE THINGS PURPOSELY FIND ME. THEY ARE ATTRACTED TO ME FOR SOME REASON I'M NOT COMFORTABLE WITH THIS I DON'T NEED TO SEE SO MANY PAIRS THEY ARE EVERYWHERE!
James carefully put my box on the carpet, letting another delicious grunt escape his lips. I do have to say that this is probably better than his shirt partially up. But they are very close, though. Keeling down, James ripped the tape off and grasped the flaps of the box. "Well, let's see then," he suggested, lifting up the flaps.
"Wait, I don't think that's a-"
"Well well, what do we have here?" he taunted, reaching a hand in to pull up my favorite lacey black bra. "It's all bras and panties. How many do you have, woman?" He took out my bra and dangled it by the strap.
"A lot!" I defended, snatching my bra out of his face. Go ahead and laugh now, Mr. Diamond. But this is only time you'll be seeing my undergarments. "I have enough there to last me over a month!"
"Still, why the hell is it so heavy?" He started to dig through all my garments with his hands, pushing them over the box flaps onto the floor. Well, these bras and underwear aren't that expensive or anything, so that's fi- WAIT THERE AREN'T ANY MORE BRAS OR UNDERWEAR IN THE BOX WHAT ELSE IS IN THERE oh he's pulling out my lingerie. Haha, there goes his eyes. Bet he wasn't expecting that, huh? Yeah, I have my special clothing just for that. Not going to leave it at home or anything when it could be put to use. Not by him, though. Hehehe I'm terrible.
Wait, I don't see any more lingerie coming out of the box what else did I put in ther- OH GOD NO HE NEEDS TO GET AWAY NOW NO HE CAN NOT OPEN THE BLACK BAG NO! "Ah, this is why!" James announced, reaching his hands down to lift up my black bag right on the bottom.
"NO!" I screamed, jumping on his back and making him let go of my bag. He quickly released it back into the box, hearing it land with a crash. My legs wrapped around his back, my arms going to the sides of his shoulders and yanking him to the ground. He almost landed on top of me, but thankfully I rolled out from under him before we hit the carpet. I sat up as fast as I could and tried to get my bag back, but of course James had to snake his arms around my waist and make me fall into his lap. With just one arm, he held my entire body back from the bag, forcing me to sit there and pout.
Not going to lie, though, but his arms did feel good. They were nice and muscular, keeping a firm grip like he knew who was in charge. Oh no not again, I'm feeling warm oh shit I NEED TO LEAVE IM IN HIS LAP THIS IS KINDA TERRIBLE IF HE FIND OUTS WITH ME LIKE THIS.
Taking it out, James laid the bag on the carpet just far enough so it was out of my reach. Holding me tightly, he unzipped the top and spread it apart. Once he finally was able to see what was inside, he smirked. That's it, I'm punching him in the balls as soon as he lets me go. "Hm, what's this we have here…?"
"James! Just let me go!" I begged, banging my fists on his arm. Yup, at think point I'm resulting to pain to get me out. Don't even know him a day and he's going through my stuff. My personal stuff. I hope to god you know what I mean right now because this can't get any worse. I don't think my face can get any redder.
James kept laughing, peering into my bag and shifting it around. "Don't be embarrassed about it," he chuckled, loosening his grip. "This is some pretty good stuff you got here. And you've got a lot." He removed his arm from around my waist and leaned back on his hands, looking back and forth between me and the bag.
"Thanks," I muttered, snatching my bag from his side and shoving it back in the box. "That's not really the first thing you're supposed to learn about a roommate though, you know…" I noted.
"So you've got a kinky side, so what?" Oh dear, he sounds amused by this. He better not put his ear to my door to try and listen or anything. "That makes it more fun. We'll have to use these sometime…"
WOAH HOLD UP THERE MR. DIAMOND WHAT ARE YOU IMPLYING ARE YOU HINTING THAT YOUWANT TO HAVE SEX WITH ME OH HELL NO NO MATTER HOW HOT YOU ARE I AM NOT HAVING SEX WITH MY ROOMMATE. THAT IS LIKE ONE OF THOSE PORN VIDEOS WHERE IT TURNS INTO A HOOK UP HAHAHA NO.
Well, the deep voice does him good. And his arms could pin me down pretty well…
NO SABRINA NO I WILL SLAP MYSELF TO GET THESE THOUGHTS OUT OF MY HEAD. LET'S FOCUS ON UNPACKING FIRST THEN THE HOT ROOMMATE. WHO I WILL NOT HOOK UP WITH. I HOPE.
"Yeah, you wish," I snorted, licking my lips and standing up again. Smoothing my jeans, I adjusted my v-neck and stretched my back. Hanging on James' kinda hurt mine. YES I AM NOT IN PERFECT SHAPE I THOUGHT WE ESTABLISHED THIS. I walked over to the doorway and turned around, waiting for James to get up and leave. "Why don't you come help me with the rest instead of drooling over that one box. You've seen more than you needed to."
He stood up and twisted his back, eventually hearing the loud crack. James sighed happily and walked past me, brushing his arm against mine to whisper "We'll see about that..." And then he just took off down that damn hallway like he's been doing and leaving me behind to process everything.
What the hell, does he think I'm going to put on a show for him or something? That attitude of his will get him on the floor clutching his crotch, don't doubt me. He got quite the nerve watching me move those damn boxes, which I'm still pissed about. But… at least he's helping now. Even though he opened the one box I purposely tried to seal shut with all the tape I had. I wouldn't be able to get it open but… at least he wouldn't know. I heard first impressions were important, so now my roommate knows that I'm a kinky little bitch who has many ways to relieve her sexual frustration. I know, I'm only 18 blah blah. But in about 2 months is my 19th birthday, which makes it all better. Just kidding, no it doesn't. But I still like to think it does.
Anyway… James was kind enough to help bring the rest of the boxes down to my room. And he even cleared the runaway clothing scattered in my room. I was especially happy when his boxers were off MY carpet and in HIS room. I'm getting kind of possessive here about what's mine… Oops. It's still taking a lot for me to warm up to a roommate.
But, at the moment, I was in my room digging through yet another box for a tank top. I found out that this room is a tad warmer than the other, no wonder why James chose that one. So, it was the perfect time to change my shirt and slip into something a little more comfortable. James was in the kitchen, so I just left my door partially open. It's a force of habit for me… Just kidding I'm just too lazy to close it.
Resting the gray tank top on the bottom of the bed, I peeled off my sticky v-neck and tossed it in the hamper I brought. Hampers do wonders. They hold your dirty clothes until you are ready to wash them. It's a life saver. Keeps my room neat too. Unlike James' room. Never step in there alone; you'll get swallowed.
Wow, I need a fan in here. My stomach is coated in a layer of sweat. It's kinda disgusting knowing that I did actual work. SEE THIS IS WHY I STOPPED GOING TO THE GYM A SWEATY SABRINA MAKES FOR AN UNHAPPY SABRINA. Time to put on a new shirt and some body spray. Or take a shower… Wait no I haven't been in the bathroom yet so no shower. I'm scared what I'll find. If I find any short hairs I'll force them down the drain and use bleach to disinfect. I really don't need that. Not like I'll leave my little leg hairs along the ring of the tub… No I will. Have to start rinsing those away now…
Okay I'm starting to get really icky. Where did I put my spray? Oh yeah, it's in the box labeled "Body Stuff". I love my body stuff; it smells so good. My motto is: if you can smell your own perfume, you're good. And that includes deodorant. Shower Fresh gets you a long way. I would know.
After spraying some Victoria's Secret on me, yeah I smell good again, I decided to finally put my tank top on. As much as I love being shirt free, there's a guy in the house. Do not need him staring at my chest. But the minute he takes off or whatever, I'm staying in my bra. What? Guys can walk around without shirts on, so I should be allowed to do the same!
Just as I was about to slip the tank-top over my head, I heard a knock on my door before it creaked open. "You going to get something to- OH bad time…"
That cause me to spin around and see James standing in the doorway, staring at me. Wait, what's he staring a- OH GOD I DON'T HAVE A SHIRT ON AND I'M STANDING HERE IN MY BRA WITH NOTHING TO COVER ME UP HE'S STARING AT MY CHEST WHAT DO I DO WHAT DO I DO OH GOD I'M JUST FROZEN RIGHT NOW NOT EVEN COVERING UP MY BODY. INSTEAD OF FREAKING ABOUT THIS I SHOULD ACTUALLY COVER MY CHEST THAT COULD HELP A LITTLE
"Don't you knock!?" I yelled, quickly covering my chest with my tank-top the best I could. My blue bra strap is still exposed, and I don't think my belly button is covered. But even with something somewhat blocking me, he's still staring! MOVE YOUR EYES SOMEWHERE ELSE!
"I did knock!" he shouted, taking another step in my room. HEY I DID NOT ALLOW YOU IN HERE ESPECIALLY IF I HAVE NO SHIRT ON OKAY. WHAT GIVES YOU THE RIGHT TO. "These shows just keep getting better…"
Oh hey, here comes an eye roll. And I'm not even stopping it. "Shut up…" I mumbled, my eyes darting down to the carpet. Ew, there's a mysterious stain right near the top of my flat. I'm getting a steam cleaner and getting that thing out before I walk on this carpet bare-foot. "I'm hot, ok! You really don't understand a thing called privacy, huh?"
"No, I do… But it's more fun intruding yours. At least for me it is." God damn you, I see another smirk. How many times are you going to smirk? I don't think I can last the month with those.
"So are you just going to keep doing it?"
"Yeah… pretty much."
"Ugh…" I groaned, letting my head fall back. Then I just draped my tank top over my shoulder and picked up a robe and towel for myself. "You know what, I'm taking a shower. I'm all sticky and disgusting, and I'd like to clean up a little." Grabbing my holder with my mini shampoo, conditioner, body wash and razor, I walked out of the room and into the bathroom. Ooh, the bathroom is blue. It's pretty. Haha, James has a girly bathroom. Ew the toilet seat is up time to shut that with my foot. Okay, now I'm all good. Wait, the shower curtain looks a little see through. Um… Eh I'm not a baby. Like he'll come in here anyway.
I stripped out of my clothes and left them in a pile on the side of the tub, placing my flats over the top. After hanging my robe on the hook of the bathroom door, I turned on the shower and stepped inside.
OOH SHIT COLD COLD SHOULD HAVE LET THE WATER RUN A LITTLE LONGER AH MY BODY FEELS LIKE AN ICICLE. I'LL JUST PRESS MY BODY TO THE SIDE OF THE SHOWER WHERE THE WATER DOESN'T TOUCH AND WAIT FOR IT TO WARM UP… Okay I think it's warmed up. I'll just stick my leg out to check and OH NO ITS STILL COLD NOPE I'LL JUST SPEND LIKE FIVE MINUTES AGAINST THE TILE UNTIL IT WARMS UP.
It's been like a minute I hope this shower warmed up or else I'm calling that manager again, Mr. Bitters, and complaining. To be safe I'll inch my way back and alright it's warm now I'm all good. Maybe next time I should check the water but I'm kinda already in so never mind.
It's so nice feeling the water wash away all the dirt and grime on my body. Never again will I move boxes like that. I'll hire a guy to do it or something. And since I'd be paying him, I'd make him do it shirtless. Gotta have a little fun.
But of course, as soon as I start washing my hair, I hear the bathroom door open and slam shut. Then I hear the sound of the toilet cover being lifted up. Do NOT tell me he is going to pee while I'm in the shower. OH GOD I THINK HE IS WHAT DO I DO.
As soon as I heard him, my hands instantly wrapped around my naked body in the shower. What?I don't know if he can see me through the curtain or something. "What do you think you're doing?!" I spat, some water flying out of my mouth.
"I had to pee…" he shrugged, probably doing his business right now. "Plus I'm not going to miss a hot girl in the shower, either. Another great show for me." Oh you cocky asshole. You think I'm going to let you se- wait he called me hot. He called me hot. Ay, I'm hot. Well this makes me feel a little better about myself.
I brought my hands up to my head and continued to wash the conditioner out. "Just don't flush the toilet or I won't have any water pressure," I informed him, opening my body wash and squeezing it on my hand. Mmm, lavender. I'm going to smell so good. But, time to touch up on my shaving too.
The sound of the cover slamming down on the toilet let me know that James was done with his business. Thank god, cause I really don't like hearing him. I learned that before. But then I heard the handle jiggle, followed by the sink turning on. Oh no that little fucker flushed the toilet and is using the sink. I'm going to lose all my water pressure!
Hopefully it won't kick in too soon or any- HOLD SHIT THERE'S LIKE NO WATER LEFT ANYMORE I BARELY HAVE ANY PRESSURE ANYMORE. WHAT THE FUCK JAMES IT'S COLDER TOO DAMN YOU. I TOLD YOU NOT TO!
"JAMES! WHAT THE FUCK?"
"Oops… guess I forgot." Oh, even with the sound of the water and toilet, I hear the sarcasm in his voice. Soon after, he left the bathroom and closed the door again, leaving me to finally finish what I needed to.
After a few extra minutes in the shower to cherish the warm water, I turned it off and stepped out to grab a towel. I dried myself off extra well and put my robe on, making sure it was tied and would not fall down. Then I wrapped my hair up in the wet towel and walked straight to my room, getting dressed in a pair of pajama shorts and a tank. Now was the perfect time to flop on the bed and fall asleep.
Let's see, in one day, I learned I was living with a guy for a month, found out he's extremely cocky and conceited, saw him in the bathroom, realized he doesn't understand the word privacy, discovered he thinks I'm hot, and knows what I like in bed. Yeah, I'm staying in my room for the rest of the night… Away from my roommate…
Chapter 2 is out! I kinda got carried away with it, I do have to admit. It's a ton of fun writing like this, so I hope you all enjoy. Don't know when next chapter is coming out, but I am working on Chapter 2 in "Stuck" an Chapter 10 in "What Happens Now?" so be on a look-out for those!