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nine

I was doing homework when I heard the knock on my door. Though I had told everyone not to bother me since I had a shit ton of work to do and only until midnight to do it, apparently someone couldn't listen.

"Yes?"

The door swung open and there stood David, an awkward smile replacing his usually confident demeanor. He said, "I'm sorry to bother you. I know you're working."

"It's okay. If I have to type one more word about the American Revolution, I might off myself, so," I told him genuinely. "Did you need something?"

"I was gonna ask if I could shower in here," he seemed hesitant, like he didn't know if that was crossing a line. "I'm supposed to meet Natalie in an hour for dinner, and Jeff and Carly have been showering together for the past thirty minutes. I doubt they'll be out anytime soon."

"Oh, yeah, that's fine... and gross," the thoughts of those three boys sharing a shower that I'm sure they rarely cleaned already grossed me out, but thinking about what body fluids were in it was a little worse. "You can use the shampoo and stuff in there, but don't use the purple bottle. It was thirty dollars."

"You paid thirty dollars for a shampoo?" he raised his eyebrows in shock.

"I don't use it everyday. It keeps my hair pretty," I explained. David probably wouldn't understand that the purple tones of the shampoo cancelled out the orange tones in my hair, so I didn't go into detail.

"Okay. Thanks, Millie," he smiled and waltzed his way into my bathroom, thankfully shutting the door behind him.

I didn't think it would be much of a distraction. I get shit done with people standing just outside my door playing extremely competitive games of beer pong, but David was singing. He was singing, loud enough so I could hear the tune of Uptown Funk, but not loud enough to understand all the words.

I couldn't even begin to write my paper because I was too busy trying to hold back my giggles and attempting to take videos where you could hear the singing so I could show everyone later.

He took the quickest shower in the world and came back out in a shirt and boxers, drying his hair with the towel he brought. All he said was, "thank you", and I burst into laughter.

"What?" he had that awkward smile on his face like when other people are laughing and you aren't in on the joke. "What? What's funny?"

"Nothing," I smirked, able to contain my laughter. "I just enjoyed your concert."

"Oh my god," he rolled his eyes, his cheeks quickly turning a rosy shade of pink. "I didn't think you'd be able to hear that. I thought I was singing quietly."

"No, I could hear you loud and clear," I laughed. That was a lie, but I just wanted to embarrass him. "I sent a video to Natalie, so if she brings it up on your date, don't get nervous."

"You're an evil little bitch," he whined. "And it's not a date."

"Yeah, sure," I nodded with a face that showed I didn't believe him. "If you keep telling yourself that, maybe one day you'll actually believe it."

"I'm taking back your princess title. You've been demoted to duchess."

"Yeah, where did princess come from, anyway?" I asked the question that had been bugging me every time he said it for the past few weeks. It started randomly, and since then, he had barely called me by my name.

"You're just a little snotty," he said it so casually I almost forgot to be offended. When my jaw dropped and I just stared in shock, he added, "What? You are. You don't eat Burger King. And you won't eat off plates or drink from cups unless you hand wash them and put them through the dishwasher. Pretty snotty."

"So I'm a princess because I'm clean and have taste?" I frowned, crossing my arms defensively over my chest. "Sorry that I don't eat off the damn carpet like you heathens."

"You wanted to know why I called you princess," he shrugged.

"Leave," I pointed to the door, and he walked out with a laugh.

The boys were nice to live with because I didn't have to worry about dressing up to fit in or being forced to take pictures all the time, but they were also rude. Not in a make-me-cry way, but in a siblings relationship way. They knew just where the line was and never actually crossed it, but they did know how to piss me off.

By the time I finished all my work, Jeff and Carly were in the living room watching a movie together, so I came out to join them. At this point, it was just a waiting game to see when he would finally ask her out.

I watched the last half of Step Brothers, which I had never seen and would never watch again. I was a pretty basic girl, but comedy movies never really interested me (except for We're the Millers, the best movie of all time).

David got home around nine, Natalie trailing in behind him. She smiled at me, clearly half drunk, and said, "What'd you do to him? He smells good for once."

"He used my expensive shit," I laughed. "He better smell good. He probably used way more than a quarter sized amount."

"Like you use a quarter sized amount," he scoffed.

"Don't be snappy with me. I'm still mad at you."

"Why are you mad at him?" Jeff asked.

"He said I was snotty."

"Well..." Jeff shrugged, and I recoiled in shock.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" jaw to the floor, eyes wide open, I stared at him until he answered.

"You didn't go to class the other day because you had sweat stains in your gym clothes," he shrugged. "Kind of snotty."

"Okay, maybe the Burger King thing is snotty, but having good hygiene is not!" I argued. "You guys just love to mess with me."

"I don't think you're snotty," Carly said, and I smiled gratefully at her, patting her on the head like a dog.

"Thank you, Carly. You're my girlfriend now."

"I do," Natalie laughed, skipping over to me and wrapping her arms around me though I tried to fight her off. "The girl who wet wipes every surface she touches at the bar doesn't like being called snotty?"

"I'm a germaphobe," I pushed her off of me. "Go upstairs now. We all know that's where you were headed anyways."

"Aw, are you mad because you wish it was you?" David spoke, and I rolled my eyes, giving him a good look at the nail polish on my middle finger.

"Upstairs, dumbass."

"Okay, princess. I'll see you in an hour. Maybe you'll be nicer then."

"You really think you can last an hour?" I laughed as he walked up the stairs, Natalie in tow. He didn't try to refute my statement, so I considered it a win.

"Jesus Christ," Jeff sighed, sinking into the couch like the conversation exhausted him. "You guys are going to kill each other one day."

I am lonely tonight hehe love life so im writing this

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