Snippet #2002845

After about ten minutes of waiting, Hayden was already beginning to feel irritated. He flipped his jet black hair out of his eyes and looked around again. How hard could it possibly be to spot six other roommates? The question had been an idiotic one. Picking up his bigger bag bag and slinging his smaller one over his shoulder, he began walking away from the luggage pick up, making his way past more people, and having to say "Excuse me" at least seven times.

He was so focused on getting through the crowd that he almost didn't even hear a voice saying "Hey, you here for the show?" to him. Turning around, he realized that the voice belonged to a girl. A relatively cute girl, too. "Yeah, I am, I'm Hayden, you?" he replied to her question, giving her a friendly smile, then stopping so that she could catch up to him. "I suppose we should go outside to the limo and see if anyone else is there, because I can't fuckin' see shit over these people," he groaned, then started making his way towards the double doors that marked the exit of the airport.


I'm not gonna lie, I'm an impatient person, so of course I started walking away. And OF COURSE I couldn't recognize anyone from the damn show, how the hell are you supposed to in a crowd of fuckin' tourists and other weird ass people? I was damn glad when that girl walked up to me, honeslty, she did a better job at spotting someone than I would have. She's cute, I'm not gonna lie. Hopefully all the roommates can be chill like she seems to be.