AN: Hello everyone, how are you all doing? I've had a pretty good day, but that's mostly because I just saw the clip of 'Belle', the opening number of Beauty and the Beast, and I'm even more excited than I was before. I've already read the novelization of the remake coming out in March and I can't wait to see it. Why can't it be March already? You guys are not here for that though, you guys are here for Sing, which you guys have been so great when it comes to this story. I've had more of following for this story that is much more than I expected when I first started writing it. Thank you for that, you all are amazing and I hope you all keep enjoying the story.

This is a short chapter, well shorter than the past couple of chapters, it's mostly setting up for a couple of things that are going to happen as the story progresses. I've only got a half an hour of the movie left to write, so after I finish writing the chapters for the movie. I don't know how much I'll write after that. I know I won't end it until everything's tied up nicely, but right now it's up in the air.

I hope all of you enjoy the chapter.

Happy reading.

Chapter Ten: Just What I Needed

Miles' POV

"Hey, you just got an email about your roommate advertisement." I told Layla as I pulled up Legion on her laptop on Saturday night. Streaming it was the only way we could watch it at the moment.

"This soon?" She asked as I handed her the laptop, so she could see the email. We had both put out advertisements for the extra bedrooms we had, so it would be easier to afford the rent. "She's gonna be here tomorrow morning."

"Well, it's a good thing you don't have to work until tomorrow afternoon." I responded as she replied to the email. She handed me her laptop back when she finished and I pulled up the show. She got us another couple of bottles of cherry blossom cider, two bowls of coconut M&Ms and I started the show. "Where did you find these?"

"I know a guy."

"Layla."

"I was visiting my Uncle Joey-"

"Which one's that one?" I asked, "The one in jail for organized crime or hitman?"

"Organized crime." She answered, and then continued, "So, I was visit my Uncle Joey like I do every couple of months, I bring him books so he can stay somewhat sane. Anyway, while I was giving him these amazing copies of The Strange Case of Jekyll and Hyde and Wuthering Heights as well as a collection of Victorian ghost stories that I found-"

"Isn't Wuthering Heights a romance novel?"

"No, it's a Victorian revenge story that people confuse for a love story when it can't be further from the truth." She replied, "And my uncle happens to like Victorian horror novels and ghost stories as well as romance novels. Actually, he loves Wharton's novels" She added, before continuing with her story, "So anyway he asked me if there was anything that I wanted for any early birthday present since I wouldn't be seeing him until after my birthday in May and I told him that I didn't need anything, but he insisted. I joked thinking that he couldn't really get me anything due to the fact that he was in prison and said that if there was a way I could get coconut M&Ms, I would want those. A couple of days ago four huge boxes arrived at my door. I opened them and they were filled with bags upon bags of coconut M&Ms. I have enough to last me at least a year."

"You know I could take a bag off your hands." I offered.

"I don't share food." She turned it down immediately.

"You're sharing food with me now." I pointed out.

"You have your own bowl." She replied, "I gave you food."

Ash's POV

"Hey, you've got a tour of an apartment tomorrow morning." Zach told me, handing me a piece of paper with an advertisement for a room of an apartment in the city.

"What are you talking about?"

"I found an advertisement for an apartment, something you were supposed to be looking for, and I answered it for you." Zach explained, "You have a meeting and tour with the tenant tomorrow."

"What the hell, Zach?"

"Try to be there on time." He left.

I looked down at the paper. What could it hurt right? I mean it'd be nice to have a room to myself and it would be easier living with another girl than living with my brother. It had to be. It's not that I don't like being around Zach, and Jake, and everyone, but I liked living on my own. I preferred it.

Layla's POV

The next morning at half past nine, there was a knock at the door. They were fifteen minutes early, at least I was smart enough to wake up earlier than nine and not to drink enough to be hung over this morning. I opened the door to find Ash.

"Hey." I greeted her, not really knowing if this a good idea anymore or not. I don't know how she really feels about everything that happened. I really wish she had put a name on her response when she answered it, at least I would have been prepared.

"Layla?" She greeted in surprise. That didn't make sense, she was the one who answered my ad. Why would she be surprised that I live here?

"You seem surprised."

"My brother answered the advertisement." She told me, "I didn't know about it until after he replied. He just gave me an address and a time."

"Are you still interested in the room?"

"I came all the way here."

"Okay." I replied, letting her in, "C'mon on in."

She came inside, I shut the door behind her, and I showed her around the apartment.

Miles' POV

While I was on my break, I went through my phone to check my texts. I only had two from this morning. One from Layla and the other from an unknown number who was interested in the spare bedroom. The dude had to common of a name for me to know who he was other than that he was a dude. I mean, how many girls are named Johnny? I texted the dude back and asked him if he had time to come by this afternoon. I had the early shift, I'd be back home by two this afternoon. If he came at like three of three thirty, I'd be able to meet with him and show him around the place. I took a drink of my smoked butterscotch frappuccino and texted him back giving him a time. I got a response with in ten minutes saying that he'd be there.

"It can't be the same guy." I immediately dismissed the notion of it being Johnny from the theatre. It would have been too coincidental. I took another drink from the frappe, "That's like the most popular name ever."

Layla's POV

"So any questions?" I asked her after I finished showing Ash around.

"Yeah." She replied, "When can I move in?"

"As early as tomorrow morning, if you want." I replied, "I have to work, so I wouldn't be able to help at all. At least today, you'd be able to talk to the landlord about the rent and a key, so you can move your stuff in tomorrow or whenever. My work schedule's pretty hectic, so I'm not really here much. I do have Saturdays off though and half of Sundays, but usually during the week I'm gone. I do hang out with one of the other tenants and they come over some nights through the week, which you're more than welcome to join us. We're just a couple of nerds hanging out with pizza and movies."

"Sounds like fun." She replied, "What kinds of movies?"

"Monday's Guilty Pleasure films, so we switch off on picking a movie that we know is awful and that we still love or a so bad it's good movie." I explained, "Tuesday is Sci-Fi and Fantasy films, so it would be maybe a Star Wars film or Star Trek, or it could be Harry Potter, Narnia, or Lord of the Rings. As long as it's a sci-fi or fantasy film in some way. Wednesday is Animation, which can be anything from anime to Disney or Dreamworks. That category is pretty open for interpretation as long as there's no live action. Thursday is Action and Crime movies, that covers everything from basically covers everything from movies like The Untouchables to movies like Spy or The Heat. Friday is Superhero movies, but it is also open to other comic book movies like Red or Kingsman. It just has to be based on a comic. Fridays are also open to TV shows, and they usually end up being marathons because neither of us work on Saturdays. Sundays are typically musicals or movies revolve around the music industry."

"What's Saturday?"

"Depends if we finish the marathon on Friday." I shrugged, "It's usually anything we want to watch. Sometimes it's a drama or biopic, or it could be period films, or it could be a show. If we've finished with the marathon from Friday, then its movies that one or both of us haven't seen. The only genre we won't put on is horror."

"Why?"

"Neither of us do well with it." I replied, and then looked down at my watch, "I have to go to work, but you can move in whenever you're ready. Harry should be able to give you a key. If you want help during the day, I won't be able to help until Saturday."

"No, it's okay." She replied as we headed towards the door, "I don't really have anything to move, just my bags and a guitar."

"Oh cool."

We both headed out of the apartment, I locked the door, and we went our separate ways.

Miles' POV

The dude arrived closer to three thirty than three, which I didn't mind, it gave me more time to eat before he came. I opened the door to find Johnny, the one that I had known from the theatre. My jaw dropped. What were the odds? Although, with his dad in prison, I guess I could see why he'd want to move.

"Hey man, you wanna come in?" I asked, letting him in.

"Thanks."

I gave him a short tour around the place that ended with both of us in the kitchen talking over a couple of bottles of Guinness. It's not like there was much to show, just a bedroom, bathroom, common space, and kitchen. The dude was pretty chill and didn't seem to be bothered by much.

"So you interested in the room?" I asked him.

"Yeah." He nodded, "When can I move in?"

"As early as tonight if you want." I replied, "Oh, um-" I started to mention that Layla also lives in the complex, but changed my mind, "Do you like movies?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Me and one of the other tenants like to hang out with each other and watch movies." I told him. Layla would hopefully thank me later maybe. "It's a nightly thing we do, so neither of us has to eat alone. You can join us if you want."

"That'd be great." Johnny replied.

After we finished our drinks, we went down to see Harry and get everything settled so he could rent the room, and then we took his truck, so that we could get everything he wanted or needed in the apartment. He didn't really have anything to move, so it only took the two of us one trip to get everything and about a couple of hours to get him moved in.

Heather's POV

A few days after my phone conversation with Eddie, we met for dinner at Cleo, a Mediterranean restaurant on Hollywood Boulevard.

"I thought you were bring Buster." I commented after the hostess sat us at our table.

"I can't convince him to get into one of his suits." He replied, "Did you really think I could convince him to leave the pool house to come all the way to Hollywood?"

"Yes." I answered pointedly, "Someone has to talk some sense into him."

"You don't think I've tried?"

"No, I don't." I retorted, "He won't speak to me, he hasn't spoken to Layla, which you'd think he'd at least try to contact since she's his daughter, and he barely speaks to you. From everything that you've told me, it's going to take more than the two of us to get him out of..." I paused trying to think of how to put it, but I was at a loss. "Get him out of himself, I guess. Eddie, he needs help. Just sitting by and letting him do his own thing at this point isn't helping him, he needs to get back up. He needs to get back out there."

"What am I supposed to do?" He asked, "He doesn't want to do anything."

"I don't know."

"You don't know and you're lecturing me?"

"At least I know that doing something about is better than watching him and letting him waste his life."

"I've known him-"

"Longer, I'm well aware, but that doesn't diminish how much I care for him." I told him before he could finish his sentence, and then sighed, "Let me see if I can figure out something that will help him, just try to not let him fall any deeper than what he is now."

"What are you going to do?"

"I don't know yet." I answered as the waitress came, "I'll figure something out."