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A smile reached Erica’s face again, not that anyone had said anything, just a reaction she just recently developed (within the 10 minutes) as the brown-eyed-boy smiled at her again. Brown eyed boy... Sounds like it should be in a song or something. She thought to herself. Seconds later, Erica wiped her face of the curiousity of where these guys were from after the male clarified they were only visiting.

"What're you talking about? All the girls know us!" His brother responded.

“If they do, it's only because you and Trent have already... excuse the language... fucked half of them.”

Erica laughed, though was relieved he hadn’t added himself in there, but why? It’s not like it would matter anyways. Erica’s eyes had wandered into thin air as she zoned out again, which she seemed to be doing quite frequently in the past few minutes. Her gaze returned to the brothers as they introduced themselves, or brown eyes introduced them. Mike. Liam’s name had flown right over her shoulder, not that she meant to... “Erica Moretti.” She smiled again, mentally face-palming herself as she added her last name in there as well. “I live here, though to be honest, within the week you’ve been here, you’re name hasn’t come up within the few...” And artificial. “Girls that are here.” She directed towards Liam, though it would be unfair to say all the girls here were artificial, though almost too many of them would waste every single dime on bronzer that’s too dark, or push-up bra’s that you would swear had two full water balloons attached to them. “You’re name, on the other hand...” Erica laughed again as she looked back to Mike, though she surprisingly really hadn’t heard of them.