Three hours.

That’s how long I’ve been here so far.

Aiden, my new room mate, is going on about how his boyfriend Julio is the greatest.

I don’t give a fuck… but I don’t wanna hurt the poor guy.

I knew it was too good to be true when I thought this place, well “loft as Aiden calls it, was decorated by a straight man.

Ugh this sucks.

I still haven’t met my other room mate.

Some girl who I was told was named Ashley.

Hopefully she’s not some freak.

But with my luck so far.

Who knows?

“So what do you think I should do?” ask the dark haired boy.

Oh shit!

Totally wasn’t paying attention.

“Huh?” I’m confused.

 “Should I get him the pink tie or the yellow one?”

He shoved the magazine in my face, nearly hitting me in the face.

I take it and look.

They both look like vomit but again… I wouldn’t say that.

“The pink” I answered actually feeling bad when he jumped up and mumbling something about thinking the same thing.

“We’re going to be best friends.” He stated as he hugged me from the side. 

Um yeah, no we’re not.

Ew!

The sound of the front door opening made him pull away.

Ah, the other room mate.

Great timing.

“Yay Ashley’s here. You’re so going to love her.” Aiden said dragging me out of my seat.

Um yeah, no I’m not.

Oh. My. God, she’s beautiful.

Wait! What!

Rewind, backtrack, let’s get a play by play.

She is a good looking woman…

No homo.

Not that I don’t like homosexuals i.e. Aiden, I’m just not one.

“Hey I’m Ashley Davies” the brunette stuck her hand out.

I shook it.

“Spencer Carlin”

Why do I have a bad feeling about this.