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Cory was in his own world, barely offering monosyllabic answers. Rolling his eyes, Patrick sighed as he got up from his spot on the couch, offering a peace sign to Juliet as he walked from the area. He assumed he would see her later, if Amil was going. Speaking of, where was she? His eyes grazed over the room to see her sitting with Noellen, the other recluse of the building. Patrick couldn’t ever remember exchanging words with the guy, but he couldn’t say he put any effort or thought into it either. In fact Patrick preferred isolation majority of the time - Kaleb and Amil being exceptions.

As the mans name came into his mind, the long hair and dark skin came back in vision - of course he was still flirting with the new tenant. Without any regards, Patrick slipped in just as the girl asked Kaleb a question. As bro-manly as possible, Patrick clomped an arm over Kalebs shoulder, smiling boyishly and gripping his laptop with his free hand. “Hey bro, thought you didn’t make it.” Patrick said, basically taunting Kaleb to show his less than charming ways.

Kaleb glared at Patrick knowingly, smirking venomously. “Didn’t know you were keeping tabs.”

Laughing, Patrick pointed to Kaleb as he looked at the light skinned beauty across from them, “THIS GUY!” Patrick could feel Kaleb seethe from beside him.

Still, Kaleb kept his cool, looking at the pretty lady with a glint in his eye. “Don’t mind him, he gets jealous easily.” Kaleb said, shrugging off Patrick. “I’ll see you later?” Kaleb asked, allowing himself to be dragged away by Patrick. As soon as they were out of ear shot, Kalen pushed Patrick off of him and gently punched the guys shoulder. “The fuck was that?”

“Well can’t let you have too much fun, bruh.” Patrick said with a smirk.

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Tugging the sleeves of her sweater to poke her thumbs through the holes, Amil folded her arms in her lap, propping her chin up with one hand. The fabric of her sweater covered her lips, but her smile still showed through when Noellen jested with, "I think the more important thing to ask is why are you reacting strongly towards me? Amil leaned back, crossing her legs with grace and beaming a smile to the quite man across from her. “Come on, Chef, if you haven’t realized I’m kind of a bold character.” She laughed, flipping the ends of her blue hair. From across the room, Patricks voice could be heard booming into Kaleb’s conversation with the new tenant, it was difficult for Amil not to laugh as she read Kaleb’s expression from where she was.

Looking back to Noellen, she hadn’t realized he had leaned in, almost flinching at his sudden proximity. However she stared back, tilting her head much like he had, smirking. She could hear the humor dripping from his words as he suggested she, Amelia Sheffield, had asked him on a date. She threw her head back in a free spirited stream of laughter. “Noellen, you play too much.” She said, lightly slapping his thigh and standing up, feeling a spark of static electricity between them. “See, you’ve sent sparks flying.” She said sauvely.

Leaning against her chair she looked back to Noellen, “No one does dates anymore, we just kinda...wing it.” Amil said lightheartedly, smiling to the handsome devil. “I’ll see you there.” She said with a wink, turning on the heel of her foot and maneuvering back to Juliet. Linking her arm with the girl as she passed, Amil pulled the blonde petite femme from the couch and began walking toward the stairs that led straight to her door. “Come on, we need to get ready now if we want to drag the boys out in time.” She whispered to Juliet, indicating Patrick and Kaleb.

They passed the pair on their way out, and Kaleb gave a smirk smile at the tattooed queen who had been away on business for quite some time. “Hey Amil, think you can say hello to a homie or something.”

Amil said nothing as they walked past, throwing a middle finger up in response.

“Is that a promise?” She heard him call after her.

Rolling her eyes, Amil nudged Juliet, “Please keep me from that mistake tonight, like I need one more reason for Patrick to call me a slut.” She said to her friend, speeding down the flight of stairs. They were at the door of her unit shortly, she had left the door unlocked and entered her apartment with a sense of relief, throwing her arms up as she went through the door and collapsing onto her couch with gusto. “Now, we can watch Netflix while we get ready.” she suggested, flashing her pearly whites to Juliet and clearing a spot on the couch.