Under One Roof

Kim-Anne John

Kim-Anne John

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I'll start for you guys, loves!


OH YEAH! Melly is 17..


Melly's eyes fluttered open, her vision slowly fixing itself after she simply saw swirls of purple and black. She arose from her bed and curled her toes, sighing as the sun blasted out of the window to give her a harsh welcome. She swung her feet off of her bed and shuffled to her vanity, wearing absolutely nothing but her tattoos. Her eyes were bloodshot and she felt as if she was going to vomit any second, grunting. "F*cking parties..." She kicked her dressed and groned in pain, shuffling to the bathroom to throw up. She brushed her mousy blond hair back with her hands and smiled in the mirror, checking for anything stuck in her teeth. She opened up a bottle of mouthwash and basically downed the capful, swishing it around in her mouth and spitting. She wrapped a towel around herself and shuffled down the stairs, pouring herself a Bloody Mary sitting on the counter which she left for her benefit. Today was the day the new roomies were coming, and she didn't exactly want to faint while meeting them. She turned around and sprawled out on the couch. They could let themselves in, she had mailed them a key before. She continued to down her Mary as she flipped through the channels aimlessly.


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Fae, annoyed with the uncooperative nature of her car and her cumbersome bags, was attempting to fish out the key she had been given. Her hair kept dangling in front of her face, which wasn't helping her eyesight. She finally found it, breathing a sigh of relief as she took in the appearance of the house. It was a quaint little Victorian abode, the sort of style that Fae appreciated.


Taking a deep breath, she unlocked the front door and opened it. Well, here goes nothing.


Fae was greeted by a girl who looked about her age sprawled on the couch. She looked around the empty interior o the house, then back to the girl. She smiled awkwardly, although she wasn't much of a smiling person.


" 'Ello," she said, "Not too early, am I?"
 
Melly squealed, jumping up from the couch and holding the towel closer to her body, "Uh...um...I..." She gulped hard and took in a deep breath, "M-My name is Melly..." She smiled awkwardly. "Welcome...Oh...You're not too early..." Her smile faltered, realizing that she was basically naked. She let out a sigh, "Give me a moment... please." Her British accent succeeding in slipping it's way through every word she said. She slipped inside of the bathroom and quickly threw on a velvety bathrobe. She groaned and placed her hand to her face.


"You a**..." She whispered to herself as she came outside with a smile. "Sorry for being so shaky..." She looked over in the direction of the library longingly and snapped back to reality. "Your name....?"


(Sorry it sucks...)
 
Fae raised an eyebrow as she noticed Melly's half-nakedness, as well as her need to leave the room and put on something a bit more "covering".


"Fae," she said, looking in the direction of the library as well as Melly's took longing to it, "Fae Oswald. And you're fine. You don't seem too shaky to me." She looked around the rest of the room. "Has no one else arrived yet, mate?" She added, mentally cursing herself for allowing the stereotypical Australian slang to make its way into her speech.
 
Melly smiled, "Thank y-ya, dear." She slowly wrapped her fingers around her Mary and downed the last few drops of it, looking beside her outside the window, expecting another car to pull up. She let a small whistle escape her lips and she turned her attention back to Fae, who was looking around the room. She wanted to blurt out, Not much, isn't it? but her shyness got the best of her and kept her mouth closed. She sort of zoned off up until Fae had asked her a question, she looked at her and cocked her head, before she finally got sense of what she was saying. She cleared her throat, "No, not yet." She smiled, hearing a bit of the 'Aussie talk' come out.
 
Isaac left his apartment, slamming the door shut behind him. He walked outside and called for a taxi. He put his two suitcases in the taxi trunk and got in. Once he arrived at his beautiful new home, he was amazed and relieved. He got out of the taxi, grabbed his suitcases and walked into the his new house. He saw two girls and half smiled. "Hello" He said sweetly in his English accent.
 
Melly blew her hair out of her face and smiled at Fae, "Well, choose your room, love. Whatever you choose is fine by me." She motioned towards the stairs. "Sorry if you don't like sleeping upstairs. It's all I've got." She felt a bit more comfortable around Fae, mainly because she still felt a bit hungover. Her head snapped at the sound of the door opening once again, only to see another person enter the door. She smiled, right before the door had closed and she realized who was standing there. A guy...she didn't remember replying to a request from a guy. She plastered on a fake smile, "W-Welcome..." Her voice was a squeak, though you could still hear her British accent. She was pleased with the fact that he was English, though she knew much more better than to trust him, after all, the way he smiled only assisted her upon the fact that the boy was a flirt. She tightened her robe, "I'm Melly...you are..?"
 
Fae mentally groaned in annoyance as she saw that a boy was going to be here as well. A British boy. Those were the worse kind. She shifted her bags awkwardly and looked back to Melly after realizing that she had been staring daggers at Isaac. "The upstairs is perfectly fine with me. Thank you, mate." Dammit, I've got to stop saying that. She began making her way up the stairs, pausing to look over her shoulder and say "And I'm Fae, if you're interested." in Isaac's general direction. After saying so, she dissapeared into the upstairs hallway.
 
Melly smiled at Fae and nodded, "Go ahead...!". She fixed her robe, trying her best not to show the boy her cleavage once more in this dammed slutty robe. She let out a sigh, which sounded more like a laugh. She curled her toes on the cold floor, directing her attention to the library once more. She smiled and turned back to the boy. Why oh why must I have such a large abode?! she thought, regretting her choice of requesting roommates. She was beginning to get nervous, though she tried her best to stay nonchalant. "Well, welcome to...my house. Uh...chose a-any room you'd like...just not the one with the green door. T-That's mines." She blinked and smiled, placing herself on the couch once again, knowing that she wouldn't get anymore peace at the moment.
 
Isaac smiled sweetly "Thanks." He walked upstairs with his two suitcases. He saw three doors that led to bedrooms. He decided to take the one in the middle. He went into the room and put all of his stuff away. He then sat at the edge of his bed and sighed. He grabbed a pack of cigarettes and a lighter and stuck them in his pockets. He then walked downstairs. "I'll be in the back, if you need me." He told her with a smile. He walked to the backyard and sat on the porch steps. He pulled out the pack of cigarettes and the lighter. He then took out one the the many cigarettes and lit it. He then inhaled the nicotine and exhaled through his nose. He sighed and looked up at the beautiful blue sky.
 
After a long trip on the bus, Noel's nerves were frazzled, and he was just about done with everyone around him. He glanced at the address on his paper and made his way to it with plenty of questions and plenty of taxi fare. Finally he reached the broad colonial home and rapped on the door.
 
Hansel sighed as she drove her aging brown pick up truck in front of the home. It looked fancy and yet had a welcoming vibe to it. 'Much better than my old apartment.' she thought. She quickly hopped out and went to the bag to grab her bags. She heaved the heavy bags onto her arms and shoulders. Her right hand swung to close the gate of the truck while her left hand was trying to keep her rolling bag from falling. The tote on her arm slapped her on the face and she stumbled over her other bag on the ground and fell backwards. Giving up for a while she just laid there, half on the street half on the side walk. She heard knocking and looked over at the house where some guy, with a very very nice butt, was knocking on the door. She thought about asking for help but being the shy girl she was, she stayed silent.
 
Noel, flinched at the sound behind him and turned to look at the girl who had taken the ever so noisy tumble behind him, he squinted before addressing her. "Most people use their words when they need help, but if you wanna dive head first down the stairs to get me to get me to help you, be my guest," he muttered, taking Hansel's tote bag and book, completely ignoring the fact she was rear up on the sidewalk and waited by the door. "Were we supposed to get keys?" he asked Hansel.
 
After she unpacked, Fae pulled out her guitar and began tuning the strings. Music was the only thing that kept her sane most of the time, it seemed. Without her guitar, she didn't know what she would do with herself. She wasn't an athlete or a reader. Just a musician.


She was interrupted by the distinct knocking on the door. Fae figured that it wasn't someone who was going to stay; everyone else had been given a key prior. Fae figured that Melly would get it, then changed her mind and decided to get it instead, since Melly seemed a bit out-of-sorts. She padded down the stairs in her bare feet, approaching the door and openig it abruptly.


There she saw both a girl and a boy, both tattooed. The boy's hair was much longer than the girl's, which was a bit surprising, but Fae didn't say anything about it. She smiled quickly and softly at the girl standing shyly behind the guy. " 'Ello. I'm Fae. I don't own the place, but the rooms are upstairs when you're ready to unpack. What's your name?" She asked this in the direction of both, seeing no flirtatious tension between either of them.
 
Hansel stuttered over her words. "Yes! I have mine!" She got to her feet clumsily, grinning nervously. She grabbed the rest of her bags and rolled them over to him. She didn't look him in the face as she pulled out her key and jammed it into the lock, opening the door. "T-thanks for the help." She stuttered, rubbing her arm in embarrassment. She quickly grabbed the bags in front of her when the door opened, pulling her key out quickly. Her face turned red in surprise and embarrassment. The girl standing there was pretty, much prettier than her. She introduced herself and Hansel smiled. "


"Thank you....I'm Hansel...." she muttered quietly, glancing at the guy beside her.
 
Noel furrowed his eyebrows, trying to remember if he ever received the keys and then decided that it wasn't worth it. He glanced over the girl in front of him, memorizing her face, "Hey there... my name is Noel, nice to meet you," he said, brushing past Hansel, since she didn't have the courtesy to move out his way. He glanced back at Fae, deciding that she was most likely going to be the goody-two shoes and he might have to avoid her. In the meantime he gave her a polite smile, "Is there specific rooms we have been assigned to?" he asked Fae.
 
Fae looked over her shoulder at Noel. She decided that he had an arrogance about him, an arrogance she didn't approve of. "No," she said bluntly, "Just go find whatever room you want. Just act smart and don't intrude on the rooms that look like they have stuff in 'em and you'll be fine, mate."


Fae then turned back to Hansel. "You need help with your stuff there? It can be a bit of a pain in the *ss trying to lug stuff up the stairs."
 
Hansel saw him brush past her with her bags and opened and closed her mouth a few times before going inside and blurting out "You can put my bags down, I'll take them now. Thank you..." He obviously was confident, borderline egotistical and I mean he had a reason to be, he was gorgeous. She huffed and grinned and slouching in on herself, looking shy and standoff-ish. She looked back at Fae and turned red noticing she had ignored the girl's question. "Sorry! Well um he has the rest of my bags and yeah that'd be a big help..." she murmured.
 
Noel silently placed her bags at her feet and made his way up the stairs searching for a room, his eyebrows furrowed in deeper as he tried to figure out what was going on with those two. His polite smile didn't work it always works. Flopping his bags on the bed he began to fill his drawers with his various clothes and other knick knacks, running another hand through his long hair he squinted in the mirror.


Bags, not enough sleep bags. Not attractive at all. Fishing out his music player and headphones, Noel stripped and shoved himself under the covers and let the music lull him to sleep.
 
Fae pressed her lips together and nodded, lifting a few of the bags up. "You wouldn't mind taking the other half of the bags, would you? Unfortunately, my spaghetti arms can't support much weight." She didn't necessarily give Hansel much time to answer, for she was already making her way up the steps.
 
Ashlee was walking down the sidewalk trying to find the colonial house when she heard a door open on the otherwise quiet street. Ash noticed that this house was the colonial one in the picture that had been sent to her along with the key that she had promptly lost. Luckily, she noticed, the girl hadn't bothered to close the front door yet after welcoming two others in. Ashlee rushed to the door, carrying only a backpack, and introduced herself to no one in particular while sliding into the house. "Hi, I'm Ashlee. I lost my key. I can choose any room that's not already taken right?" She followed up the steps. "I can help carry too if you want."
 
Hansel glanced at the girl and smiled. "Hi, I'm Hansel...Thank you so much..." She took the bags she had and went upstairs to see a room with a large window with a seat, perfect for reading. She saw that there was on one's stuff there so she peeked her head out of the doorway. "Is it okay for me to take this room?" she asked shyly to Fae.
 
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