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Kacey Rogers

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a character in “A New York Life”, as played by Thunder

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ImageImageFull Name:
Kacey Deanna Rogers

Preferred Name:
Kacey, K

Age:
21

DOB:
December 23rd

Sexuality:
Bisexual
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Personality:
Kacey is a strong girl who knows what she likes and what she doesn't like, and refuses to accept anything less of that. She has a big mouth, something that she was always getting into trouble for as a young girl, but something that she has grown into. She speaks her mind and doesn't let people disrespect or take advantage of her, and if her opinions offend people, she isn't the type of girl to apologize or shy away from a debate.

Likes:
Singing, Acting, Broadway shows, Church, Junk food, Winter, Recognition, Socializing, Pine/winter scents, New York City

Dislikes:
Rejection, homophobes, casual/institution racism, self-doubt, lime and grape flavors, unwavering heat, cat calling

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Background:
Kacey was brought up in a working to middle class family. Her father worked as an electrician and her mother as an elementary school teacher, so each did okay for themselves, but they were never married. Kacey supposes that it was better that way than had they tried to marry and ended up with some messy divorce. Her parents remained friends after their relationship ended during her mother's pregnancy, and were able to co-parent her for most of her life. Her mother took care of her during the week, and she would spend most weekends and holidays with her father. They were never the poster child for the perfect American family, but it was what was normal to Kacey, and to this day she still thinks that she had a better upbringing than a lot of kids.

She never had to deal with bullying in school or an unstable home life, and for the most part, her youth was uneventful. She was heavily involved in extracurricular activities as a child, but as a teenager, dropped the sports that she was in and focused on her interests in the arts. She had always had a great voice, and it was something she showcased in school plays and her church's choir, but she always wanted more. Her mom would roll her eyes, but since she was four, she always claimed that one day, she was going to be famous. It's a dream that she still hasn't given up on, but sometimes, she thinks it's not the smartest one for her. After high school, she attended community college for two years before moving to New York a year ago. Her parents wanted her to transfer to a school to get a four year degree, but she insisted that it was "time to make her move". Since moving to the city, she's auditioned for countless Broadway shows, commercials, movies and television shows... and hasn't gotten a single role yet. She hasn't lost hope but has had to take up a waitressing job to keep the bills from piling up.

Job:
Waitress and aspiring actress

Hometown:
Boise, Idaho

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Height:
5'5

Weight:
130 lbs

Face Claim:
Keke Palmer

So begins...

Kacey Rogers's Story

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"Shit, Kace, would you put the phone down for two damn minutes so we can get going with moving this shit?"

"You've got arms. Start moving, boy."

He used his foot to push one of the boxes across the floor and into the back of her legs as if to say "I'm serious", before grabbing one of his own and heading towards the apartment door. "I've got half the amount of stuff that you do and I helped you move your shit all afternoon, so start bringing shit up there. Five flights with all of your shit wasn't as easy as it looked."

"Quit your whining. We got the big stuff up there, didn't we? The rest of this stuff isn't gonna be a big deal. Your possessions consist of like, a pack of cigarettes, a case of beer, two t-shirts and a pair of jeans anyway," she responded, following him out the door with a box. "I've got half the amount of stuff that you do and I helped you move your shit all afternoon, so start bringing shit up there. Five flights with all of your shit wasn't as easy as it looked." All of her big items: the bed, dresser, couch, television along with the rest of her boxes of clothes, shoes and personal items had been moved upstairs hours before with the help of one of Colton's friends. Now, it was her turn to help him with his things, but she was bored of all of this moving. Her morning had been spent at work, and now, all she wanted to do was collapse in that studio apartment she had been moved into. She had not minded living with Colton, at least not as much as she would tell you, but she was excited to be switched into a studio apartment. It would be smaller, but having an apartment all her own was going to be welcomed.


She left the apartment door open as they headed back upstairs because after twenty trips up and down today, she was at a point where she was too lazy to continue to have to lock and unlock the door. Plus, all that was left in the apartment was his things, and if someone happened to steal them, that wasn't going to be Kacey's problem. "You sad that you're not gonna get to live with me anymore?" she teasingly asked. She was being moved into apartment 5D, and he was going to be in 5B, so it wasn't like they were going to be nations apart, but she still wanted to see his reaction, which unsurprisingly, wasn't more than a half-smirk. "Yeah, because I just don't think I'm gonna be able to live without hearing you and your girlfriend moaning through my paper thin wall when I have to get up for work in two hours, or having to consistently tell you to stick your nonstop invitations to come to church with you up your ass. What am I gonna do with myself?"

If her arms weren't full, she would have slapped him for that sass, so she settled for trying to combat her grin with a forced scoff. Colton was a complete ass, but he was the kind of boy who grew on you. Once you looked past that hard exterior... and came to terms with the fact that his interior only slightly less hard and rigid... he would grow on you. Some days, Kacey didn't know if it was just his built body and that smirk that was growing on her, or if it was actually his personality. Either way, and despite being excited to have her own apartment, and one that didn't have someone else's shower water dripping through its ceiling, she was going to miss dealing with that sarcastic attitude. "Well, just for that, I hope your roommate is a lesbian nun."

"It's a dude," Colton responded as they finally reached the fifth floor. They rounded a corner and reached Apartment 5A, and he set the box down in front of the door. Larry, the building manager, had given him a key to the apartment earlier that day, and after a bit of searching, Colton found it in his pocket. He shoved the key into the door ten or fifteen times, jiggling the knob and then asking Kacey to try herself, before coming to terms with the fact that the key wasn't meant for that door. "Un-fucking-believable," he muttered, banging his fist on the door partly out of frustration, and partly hoping that the roommate would be home and answer. There was no answer, and with a sigh, Colton texted the building manager. "Let me go get the right key from him while you keep bringing stuff up here," he said to Kacey. Though he had texted the man, Colton figured that going directly to his apartment would save time and energy. On the first floor, he departed from Kacey and headed to the building manager's apartment instead of their old one... only to find that there was no answer on the other side of the door. Typical, that that scumbag would have family to be with on Thanksgiving and Colton didn't. He grabbed another box from his apartment and caught up to Kacey's slow pace on the stairs by the third floor. "Of course the bastard's not home," he said.

"Just stay in my apartment for the night, then," Kacey suggested. With how long Larry had taken to give them a decent solution to the leak in their apartment, it didn't surprise her at all that the man had given Colton the wrong key and wouldn't answer his phone. "Come on, Kace. How many times do I have to tell you that I don't wanna sleep with you? You're a good friend, but I just don't see you in that way," Colton answered, smirking almost automatically. She had set herself up for that one, but he had also set himself up for the punch in the arm that he received a beat later. "Your walls so thin, you should know by now that I've been sticking with girls lately, and some angsty, pasty-looking boy like you isn't gonna change that," she said defensively, though she was used to this playful ego Colton would take on constantly, just to get under her skin.

"You wanna use my couch, or what?" She set her box down in front of 5A and promised herself that if he made another obnoxious comment, she wouldn't feel bad turning into her new apartment and spending the rest of the evening relaxing, like she wanted to be doing now.

"Let me see if these people know his number, so I can text him and see if he can open the place up for me. What did I say his name was? Elijah? Isaiah?" The distance across the hall to 5C was a little less of a walk than next door to 5B, so he opted with knocking on 5C's door. "I think there's only another box or two. Be a dear and bring 'em up?" he said, looking from the door back at Kacey and flashing an obnoxiously bright grin in her direction, that shockingly resulted in only an eye roll before she headed back downstairs.

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Colton chuckled at Isaac's tips about the girls, but in the back of the mind was wondering who the fuck called someone a "peach". Colton didn't know what that meant, but with Kacey's comment about him ending up with a gay roommate in the back of his mind, he didn't want to know either. He didn't sound like it, but he figured that it was possible that Isaac was from the south, or somewhere where they used weird slang. Maybe he was lucky and peach was synonymous for being easy. Although Colton had been talking as if he was ready to jump into bed with any of the three girls, he knew realistically, it wouldn't happen. He wasn't a social butterfly. He worked five days a week, slept, ate, and drank copius amounts of cheap beer. That was his life. Occasionally, he'd find a girl who thought of him as being worthy of a one night stand, but that was really "occasionally". In the last year, he had gotten laid five, maybe six times. It was embarrassing when he thought about it, but at the same time not, because again, the main reason for that was because he wasn't someone who socialized. He didn't go out to bars, party, or actively try to seek out women to sleep with. Then again, he had never before been blessed with three hot chicks living right across the hall from him.

"Alright, man, thanks a lot," Colton said before Isaac departed. The guy didn't shut the door behind him, but it made sense because he still had boxes outside the door. Kacey was clearly taking her sweet time with whatever was left in his old apartment, because she wasn't back yet, and Colton wondered if he should go down and help her, but decided against it. He began to move the boxes into the living room of the apartment, until the hallway was empty, and then carried them one by one into his bedroom. He owned more than Kacey acted like he did, but he didn't own much. A few drawers worth of clothes, three pairs of shoes, some personal hygiene items, and a few other miscellaneous items, like his phone and worn out laptop. It wasn't much but Colton was a simple guy. He was lucky though, that Isaac seemed to have all of the basic household stuff taken care of, since Kacey had been the one to purchase most of them glasses, utensils, and simple things like that. He set up his bed, putting on the simple navy sheet set and comforter before tossing his pillow on top of it. Sitting on the nightstand beside his bed was a key, and he guessed that it was whoever had lived in the room before him. Hoping that it was for the front door and that he wasn't going to have to deal with trying to track Larry down for another one tomorrow, Colton decided to test it out. He headed to the front of the apartment and pulled the door open, only to find that Kasey was sitting on top of one of the boxes she had brought up. "Who the fuck are you talking to on that phone all fucking day?" he asked, shaking his head as he unsurprisingly pinned the phone in her hand as the reason for why she hadn't knocked to tell him she was there yet.

"My mother," she shot back in faked defense. In truth, her mother had only just texted her now, and it was nothing more than a strand of irrelevant emojis followed up by a text saying "Uncle Marcus that me how to text", and then one that read "Uncle Marcus taught me how to text", and then another string of emojis. Unlike Colton, Kacey had a solid family, but they were living on the other coast and Kacey didn't have the money to buy a plane ticket to see them for the holiday. She was supposed to see them next month for Christmas, but at this point, she didn't know how plausible that would be either. Her father had sent her money that was supposed to be used for the plane ticket but she had to use it for last month's rent, and she didn't feel right asking for more money on top of that. She guessed that today would be a trial version of spending holidays alone, since Thanksgiving was less meaningful to her than Christmas. "But yeah, you're welcome for bringing all of this shit up for you," she continued, standing up and using her foot to push one of the boxes into the apartment.

After quickly testing the key in the door and being relieved at it actually being a key to the apartment, he grabbed the last boxes and followed Kacey inside. "I'm starting to believe these 'rents of yours don't even exist. Do they know what I look like? And yet they still haven't flown out here to pay me to marry you and rid you of your sinful lesbian ways? Just doesn't seem believable, Kace. Especially for good, church-going folks like them," Colton said, his usual smirk present on his face.

"Please, my parents think I'm living with a twenty year old girl named Hilary who goes to NYU. Told my mom she's a Protestant, but that's the biggest issue she's got with you, Hil. If I told my mom that I was living with a tatted up white boy who reeks of beer twelve hours of the day, I think I'd be disowned," Kacey answered somewhat distractedly as she took a moment to explore Colton's new place. It was a decent place, though the layout was basically the same as their old one downstairs.

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After he had moved his things to his bedroom, Kacey spent a few more minutes in Colton's new apartments. He told her about Isaac, his new roommate, and the "models" who lived across the hall, or were at least there for a party. Kacey was surprised at how the apartment was pretty well kept. Maybe it was just her experience living with Colton talking, but she imagined that an apartment lived in by guys would be a lot messier than this one. All it had taken was her being out of their apartment for a weekend for the kitchen to be littered with empty beer cans, used plates in the sink, and pizza or takeout boxes scattered everywhere except in the trash can. The apartment's layout wasn't much different from the one they had lived in downstairs, and momentarily, Kacey was jealous that Colton was living here. Dealing with one roommate was definitely easier than dealing with two, like Kacey was facing, and apparently, Colton's roommate was a pretty normal guy. She thought she caught a whiff of a faint smell of marijuana, but she knew someone smoking marijuana wasn't going to turn Colton off, and definitely not to a point where it would suddenly make the guy the horrible roommate that Kacey was kind of hoping he would get. She didn't want him to suffer, necessarily, but there was a little sincerity behind her jokes about how she at least hoped that he had it worse than she did with her new roommates.

Aside from being curious about Colton's situation, she had also put off moving her own things into her apartment because she was a little nervous to see what her fate held for her. Larry had given her a room number and a key, but no other information to prepare her for what - and who - was held behind 5B's doors. She knew it was stupid to worry about it, and she had not spoken of the anxiety because she knew Colton would make fun of her for it, but it was on the back of her mind. Colton hadn't been the ideal roommate, but she was used to him and all of his quirks by now. Becoming acquainted with two new people would present a whole new set of challenges, and Kacey wasn't an amazing people person where she could just adapt that quickly. Not only was she worried about whether she would like them, but whether they would like her too. Self-doubt was something that lived in her. She came across as a strong and confident girl to the outside world, but it was there as a defense mechanism. She needed to keep that front up so that when people rejected to her (and since moving to New York, rejection had been a continuous feeling), they wouldn't think she cared about their opinion. She wouldn't let them see how much they hurt her. That need to remain cold and tough was challenging in itself, but it was something she clung to like a safety blanket. It was the same thing that reminded her that she needed to get moving, after it was clear that Colton no longer needed her help, and she didn't want to make it seem like she actually wanted to hang out with him.

"You need my help moving your stuff in? Cause if not, I'm gonna crack open one of these Bud Light's and chill," Colton asked after Kacey announced that she was leaving. She shook her head, remaining in the open doorway for just a second to say, "Nah, I've got it. I'll text you if I need something." 5B was literally the next door down on their side of the hallway, but Kacey took her sweet time as she pushed each box from outside of Colton's door where she had left them, down to 5B. She didn't knock or use her key to get in until the last box was in front of the door, and since she had a key, she decided to use it. Luckily, unlike Colton's, hers actually worked after jiggling the door knob a bit. Maybe it was the theatrical side of her, but she held her breath as she pushed the door open... and to no surprise, was not shocked in a good or bad way at what she saw. It was an average apartment. It wasn't ridden with trash or filled with prostitutes. In fact, it was silent. The lights were on inside but by the sounds of it, no one was home. That was a relief. It reminded Kacey that she was probably one of the only people in the building who was doing nothing for the holiday, but she tried not to focus on that now. Now, she just had to find which bedroom was hers and start moving in.

With a large bag that contained most of her bedding, she headed into the apartment and down the hall that held the bedrooms. The door to the first two bedrooms were closed, so instinctively, she headed towards the last door that had a door that was cracked open, but dark inside. Just in case someone was in there, she tapped on the door lightly as she pushed it open further. There was no noise on the other end, and once she found the light switch, she confirmed that the room was empty. The room had basic furniture in it, but nothing personal, so it was clear that this one was hers. Before going back out to get more boxes, she decided to set up her bed first. It wasn't going to feel like her space until that was personalized, and since she assumed the other apartment occupants were out of the building, and maybe even out of the city, celebrating with friends, she didn't feel weird leaving the rest of her boxes in the hallway for a few minutes.

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Character Portrait: Makayla Wright Character Portrait: Holly Maddon Character Portrait: Roman Killens Character Portrait: Chanel Owens Character Portrait: Caraline Forrester Character Portrait: Ryan Forrester Character Portrait: Isaac Rankin Character Portrait: Kacey Rogers
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The minutes passed by, and laying on her bed, Makayla was convinced that the drug was having absolutely no affect on her. She knew that she had to get up and go back over to check on Holly, but she was still set on waiting to feel something before going back over. She wouldn't acknowledge it, but she was feeling a little less wore down, and she didn't want that feeling to disappear the second she got back into the busy apartment. However, it had to say something that when Makayla heard someone coming into the apartment, she didn't freeze in fear again. The only reason for why she didn't get up right away was because she was suddenly very comfortable on her bed. After a few minutes, though, she pulled herself up. It was time to go, and with the noise she had heard before going silent now, she had actually forgotten that someone had walked in in that five minute span. As she stepped out of her room and into the Holly, she stepped right into the line of a girl who looked completely unfamiliar to her, who was coming out of the vacant third bedroom. "Heyyyyyy. What's good?" Makayla asked, completely casually as if she knew the woman. She wasn't even thinking about the mechanisms going on in her head, but even if she did, she would have simply blamed the lack of caution and friendliness on the alcohol. Or maybe Holly was finally rubbing off on her.

Even while putting her bed together, Kacey had not heard anyone moving around in the other room, so when she walked out of her room and nearly bumped into another person leaving another bedroom, she jumped and could feel her heart rate speed up. The girl in front of her was pretty. She wasn't done up in any fancy way, her hair was in a bun on top of her head and she wore casual clothes, but she was undeniably pretty regardless. With features that suggested she had some sort of Asian lineage on top of something else, possibly African, she had a unique look to her. Aside from that, she was tiny. Not just in height, because she was probably only three or four inches shorter than Kacey, but in weight too. She was petite and fragile looking, and yet wildly attractive. And she seemed to be friendly. "Hey, I'm Kacey, um, the person moving into your third room. Larry gave me the key, told me to let myself--"

"Yeah, yeah, sweet," Makayla cut in, waving her hands to show that no explanation was necessary. Alone, she hadn't felt much different. Her head felt a little lighter and the gross, stickiness that she felt since "paying" her rent was gone, but she was only noticing that now that she was standing up and speaking to this girl, who was a complete stranger. Right now, Makayla didn't feel like she had any reason to be alarmed, and oddly enough, was feeling more sociable than she did on a good day. "You're totally gonna love it here," she continued, clamping her hand around Kacey's wrist before releasing it. "5B is a family oriented apartment that also fucks with some non-family oriented things, you know? So chill. We're just so chill. You'll love us. You'll love us, I promise,"

"Ha ha, okay, cool," Kacey couldn't help her eyebrows raising in a mixture of confusion, concern, and "what the fuck have I gotten myself into". She held onto her self-restraint like her life depended on it, doing her best not to be more expressive. Friendly was definitely an understatement for whatever this girl was. She wasn't used to strangers touching her like they were besties, nonetheless one who was saying something that Kacey couldn't follow. Family oriented that fucks with non family oriented things? What? No, I don't know, but you can bet your ass I'm not asking for an explanation either. If she was talking about drugs, than maybe her demeanor added up with that in the picture, but that didn't leave Kacey feeling any less unsettled. Since the girl was standing in front of her, she waited, expecting her to step aside or at least say something, but she didn't, so Kacey followed that up with an awkward, "Well, I have a few boxes left, so I'm gonna go get those..." as she sidestepped the girl. She knew she might regret it, but she turned her head back as she walked and asked, "Oh, and I didn't catch your name?"

Makayla definitely felt lighter now. It was different than the way she felt when just drinking alcohol. That buzzed feeling was present too, but this was definitely making her feel more at ease and comfortable. "My name could basically be Chanel," she said, a chuckle following it as if it were the punchline of a great joke. If this feeling kept itself up, Xanax and alcohol would definitely be her combo from now on.

Kacey faked a laugh, trying really hard not to show how she wasn't sure what was going on as the girl relayed her name in an uncertain way and laughed about it. Just my luck, Colton gets one super normal roommate and I'm living with one of those crazy bitches who rope you in with her cute look than show you she's a psycho thirty seconds into the convo... She knew now, that there was no need to continue asking questions, so she quickened her pace to the front door of the apartment. To her dismay, Makayla followed her out, but walked across the hall, turning back only when she reached the door to say, "Be back after I eat,", as if Kacey would be waiting on her. Hell to the fucking no. At that point, Kacey was planning on putting all of her boxes in her room and spending the night at Colton's... and hopefully managing to convince him to switch apartments with her. She was not getting the short end of the stick on this deal.

Makayla left Kacey feeling blissful, even optimistic for the rest of the night. She was no longer feeling weighed down by the weight of her life and responsibilities, but was definitely hungry. And thirsty. When she got into Cara's apartment, she immediately went for the drinks. She had left her cup in her apartment, so she took a beer this time, before gliding through the line of flood and piling things onto her plate. In the moment, she forgot about Holly entirely but with her plate and drink in hand, happened to gravitate past the half-full table and the island, and to the living room. Seeing her sister reminded her that she had left her there, and that she was the reason why she had come back over in the first place. "Hi, my girl," she said, placing her plate and drink on the end table next to Holly. Isaac was sitting on the floor and Roman on the couch. There was space for her in either of those positions, but she felt like sitting next to Holly. "Let me get myself a chair and we can get this party started," she said, turning away midway through the sentence as she returned to the kitchen area. Only Cara, Chanel and Ryan sat at the six person table, so Makayla pulled one of the free ones out from it. "Hope you don't mind..." she began, but didn't finish her sentence as she was also returning to the living room. Upon putting her chair down, sitting down and going so far as to take a bite of her own food, she realized that Holly didn't have a plate, while both boys did. "Why aren't you eating, Holls? Go get food before it's gone." she demanded, suddenly unaware of the demands she had before leaving.

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After Kacey left, Colton made himself comfortable on the couch. With a beer in hand, he flipped through the channels on the television before landing on the football game. His brothers and father had always been huge football fans, and despite not sharing that same passion as them, he could watch the games on TV without growing bored. Colton wasn't very sentimental, and even when he thought about his family, he usually didn't get emotional or upset. It sucked, being forced to choose between one's happiness and their family, but Colton didn't regret leaving home and cutting off his relationship with his parents. Sometimes he missed his mom, other times he wondered how his brothers were doing, but no amount of curiosity or nostalgia would make him want to subject himself to his family life again. He didn't grow up in a neglectful or abusive home, but he grew up in one where if you had your own thoughts, you were a traitor. If you didn't want to go to church every Sunday, if you ate without saying grace, and if you didn't hold strict, Christian, conservative, Republican opinions, there was something wrong with you. His father was a military man and he demanded respect from all four of his sons. For most of his life, Colton gave it to him. He tried to be a good son, he really did. When he got old enough to think for himself, it became harder, and then when he turned eighteen and his parents expected him to join the army without even considering his desires, he couldn't take it. He could only be a pretend version of himself to appease the bullies in school and the bullies in his family for so long, before he couldn't take it anymore. His mom's signature apple pie that she served every Thanksgiving reminded him of all of the good things that he missed about his family, but with the good, he always had to remind himself that there were ten times the bad to counteract that.

Just as he finished off his beer, his phone vibrated against his leg, signaling someone had texted him. Colton didn't have many friends. He had a couple of guys at the deli he worked at who he was cool with, but none of them texted him just to chat. If they did, he probably would have ended those friendships really quickly. He suspected it was Kacey, and he was right. She said, "Changed my mind....get the fuck over here and help me unpack!"

"This girl..." he muttered, shaking his head in exaggerated disbelief. A smirk had automatically appeared on his face when he read the text though. She needs to try a little harder to hide this crush she has on me,
he thought. He didn't really believe that Kacey liked him like that. Though she claimed to be bisexual, he had only ever seen girls coming in and out of the apartment with her, and regardless, he knew that even if she was into guys, it didn't mean she would be into him. Which was fine. He wasn't into her like that either, but it didn't stop him from wanting to tease her about it whenever she just so happened to desperately need him for something. He wasn't sure what had made her change her mind so suddenly about wanting his help, but he wasn't going to say no. It wasn't like he had anything better to do, and he thought that maybe he would get lucky and one of the hot chicks from across the hall would just so happen to be outside their door when he walked out. It didn't happen, and he wasn't surprised, but a guy could dream.

A minute later, he was at Kacey's new door, and she opened it almost immediately upon hearing him knock. "So you realized that you really did need these muscles to help you out after all," he boasted playfully as he stepped inside. "Eh, not a bad place. A little bigger than my place, but I guess that makes sense for a three bedroom. Your new roommates out, or should I introduce myself and make it clear that none of them are gonna beat me out as being your number one roommate?"

"No one's here. The weirdest shit just happened, though. I didn't think anyone was here when I was coming in, and then all of the sudden I'm coming out of my room to get another box from the hall, and this girl comes out of one of the other rooms. She was a normal looking girl, but fuck, the stuff that came out of her mouth was so weird."

"What'd she say?"

"I don't even know... something about the apartment being family friendly, but that they fuck with 'non family friendly' stuff too? And I asked her what her name was, and she told me it could basically be Chanel. What the fuck does that even mean?"

"Aw, Kace, are you sure you're not just overreacting because you miss living with good old Hilary?"

"Shut up," she snapped, slapping him on the arm. Leave it to Colton to not take me now living with a psycho seriously, she thought bitterly. "You should switch apartments with me. The world won't be missing much when Chanel the crazy hoe chops you up with a butcher knife in the middle of the night, but if she takes me out, she's taking a future star in the making out. Who's more valuable-- a boy who spreads cream cheese onto bagels every day, or a girl who's destined to be the next Diahann Carroll?"

Colton headed towards the fridge after brushing off Kacey's slap. What they had in there would be a true testament to how crazy they were or not. "New Yorkers love their bagels, and I don't know who that is, so not such a compelling argument. Besides, the dude I'm living with seems chill, and the people you're living with have weird taste in food. That's a major deal breaker. No beer or Hot Pockets? Are they kidding me?" He shut the refrigerator doors and turned back to Kacey with a serious expression. "Maybe she is a maniac."

"You're uncultured and annoying," she rolled her eyes. Oh, right. This is why I hate him. It was impossible to talk to Colton about anything seriously. It wasn't like she regularly came to him looking to have heart to hearts, but dammit, he needed to switch rooms with her! First impressions said a lot about people, and the impression that Kacey was getting from one of her roommates wasn't a good one. She watched in exasperation as Colton continued to explore her apartment, pulling open drawers and then heading towards the hallway with the three bedrooms. "Your bedroom is the one at the end. You've got an amazing view of the brick wall of the building next door. Appreciate it."

"I'm telling you, Kace. I'm not switching with you. This apartment gives me bad vibes. They lure you in with the smell of good food, yet that fridge had nothing but some organic shit and fruit in it. You know that I can't work with that." He headed towards the last bedroom though, just to see where she would be living. Flipping on the light switch, he saw that she had set up most of her stuff. He never really went into her room in their old apartment, so he didn't remember it to a point where he could say that it was set up the same way. Regardless, it seemed like a decent living space, so it confirmed to him that she was just being dramatic. There was no way he was moving in here. Living with chicks seemed like a cool idea overall. They were usually cleaner than guys, always having nice smelling soap and air fresheners and stuff, but Colton's new roommate seemed like a decent one too. He sat down on the edge of her bed. "You wanna go get something to eat? Your psycho roommates are playing mind games on me, making this apartment smell like Thanksgiving and not actually having any decent food in that fridge for me to steal. How's Taco Bell sound to you?"

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"I'm not eating Taco Bell. That shit is disgusting."

"Sorry, didn't know you were suddenly a food critic. What about Boston Market? The one up on West 23rd? We can pretend we give a fuck about Thanksgiving and get turkey and mashed potatoes," he suggested. Colton wasn't a picky eater and the smells of traditional Thanksgiving food that were still coming from this apartment's kitchen had him craving Boston Market over Taco Bell anyway.

"Yeah, I could actually go for that. Let's go now though, before you're cool new roommate Chanel gets back to sever my throat. You're gonna love her though, don't worry," she said, looking at him seriously. She was convinced that she could get him to move into this room for her somehow. An idea came to mind, and she considered that maybe all it would take was buying him his Boston Market, and then paying for beer on the way back. She definitely wasn't against trying it at this point.

"Keep dreaming. You wanna walk or take the subway?" He leaned back on her bed, propping himself up with his elbows. Her bed was comfortable enough that he was ready to call it a night and pass out there, but it was going to take more than a comfortable bed to get him to agree to live with someone who Kacey continued to insist was crazy.

"It's only like ten minutes, right? I'm good to walk. I need to find my coat though, give me a minute." She moved away from the bed and turned to her closet. Before Colton had gotten there, she had time to hang most of her clothes that needed to be hung and put the others into the dresser. After retrieving her coat and a scarf, the only thing that she couldn't find were her gloves. It wasn't that big of a deal. The walk to Boston Market was only ten minutes, like she said, but her fingers and toes always seemed to freeze instantly when she was out in the cold, so she wasn't going to risk it, even with a short walk.

Colton was wearing a sweatshirt and leather jacket already, so he didn't need to return to his room to get ready. As Kacey headed over to her closet, he pulled out his wallet and saw that thankfully, he had cash on him. He had money in his account too, but he did his best not to touch it. Rent always crept up on him and he didn't know how many more of his checks would bounce before Larry kicked him out of the building all together. In their old apartment, he had an excuse, that he shouldn't have to pay full rent anyway when every time he went to bed, there was a chance that he'd be woken up to someone's sewer water dripping on his face, but now, he couldn't use that. He heard a noise from outside of the bedroom and glanced down at Kacey, who was squatting in the closet searching for something. She didn't look away, so he assumed she hadn't heard anything, and glanced at the open doorway, and then back over to heard. "You better hide in there, it sounds like your crazy roommate is back and ready to suck your blood."

"What?" Kacey questioned, snapping her head back with an irritated expression before she too heard footsteps, and a second later, someone calling out to someone named Chelsea. "Fuck!" she muttered. She couldn't remember what Makayla's voice sounded like, so it was hard for her to differentiate this one from Makayla's. For a second, she looked back at the closet as if hiding in there was actually a plausible idea that made any sense, before snapping back to reality and getting to her feet. She stuffed the one glove she had found into her coat pocket as she hurried to the bedroom doorway. Peering into the hall, she spotted a girl coming her way, but she looked nothing like the girl Kacey had met earlier. That brought her some initial relief, but the wave was short lived because she knew that this girl could be just as weird. Unsure of what to say, Kacey waited until the girl spoke to say anything.

"Oh my gosh, hi. I'm Chanel. I had no idea you were moving in today, I would have totally helped you. I'm so, so sorry. That was, uh, Makayla you saw earlier. She's next door at my friend's apartment. We're having this little Thanksgiving dinner thing and you're totally one hundred percent welcome to come. Seriously. There's plenty of food, alcohol. Everything. Do you need help with anything?" Well, she definitely seemed more normal. She was friendly, a bit more than an average person, which kept Kacey wary since the same could be said for the girl who was apparently actually called Makayla? And this girl was actually Chanel? Kacey didn't know who Chelsea was then, but she tried to keep track of the names as Chanel spoke.

"Hey, don't even worry about it. My old roommate, Colton, helped me out, so it was no big deal," she said first, as she stepped aside in the doorway slightly to show Chanel who she was talking about. "Larry actually just told me today, at like three, that he wanted me to move up here. Colton and I were down on the first floor but the shower from the apartment above us was literally leaking into our apartment, so we've been waiting for him to fix the problem or switch us out for a good six months now. But yeah, sorry to surprise you, and thanks. We'll probably just go grab something to eat in a little, though. Wouldn't wanna intrude on you guys..." She felt like that was a perfect answer, one that was polite and appreciative, but also got to the point that they weren't looking to socialize or introduce themselves to the community. It wasn't in either of their personalities... or so Kacey thought.

"I mean, Boston Market doesn't close til ten. I think we've got some time to stop over and introduce ourselves. I got to meet you and that ever-so-pleasant blonde, but I'm interested in meeting this Makayla now that we know you're actually Chanel."

Leave it to Colton to decide that free beer was worth not being such a hermit for once. "I don't know... we don't--"

"Come on, Kace. We'll only stay for a few minutes to introduce ourselves and say hi."

"Are you sure we won't be bothering all of you?" Kacey said, fighting back the urge to glare at Colton before she turned to Chanel again.

"Yeah, we'll just say hey, maybe grab a few beers. A bite of turkey, you know?" He normally wouldn't have been so playfully obnoxious, but it amused him seeing Kacey bothered but not able to lash out at him because she was trying to make a good first impression. And then... yeah, the free beer and food did play a role in it too.

Kacey knew that she was lucky to have a nice roommate who seemed normal, but in the moment, she was wishing that the girl wasn't quite as inviting as she was as she said, "You won't be bothering us at all. We wanted more people over anyway."

She wanted to sigh in defeat, but kept the smile on her face as Chanel spoke. She would look like the unfriendly bitch if she insisted that they didn't go. She didn't even have a good, solid reason for why they shouldn't go. She just wasn't in the mood to socialize, was still convinced that she could somehow make these girls Colton's new roommates, and she also was now just annoyed that Colton had agreed to go when he knew she didn't want to. "Okay, I'm down," she said, stepping away from the doorway for a moment to pass Colton, who had stood up since Chanel came in, and grab her bag from beside the closet. She was going to have to live with only one glove tonight, since she no longer had the time to search for the other. As she followed Colton and Chanel to the front of the apartment, she wanted to elbow him when he opened his mouth to say, "So, how long have you and... Makayla, been living here? You guys know each other beforehand?" She didn't know why he was suddenly being friendly when it was him who sat home and hung out with himself 99% of the time when he could have been putting this social side to use. She was, however, curious to hear what Chanel said. If she had to live with these girls for even a few days before she could bribe Colton into switching with her, it was going to be useful to know as much as she could about who she was living with.

"Well, I've been living here for about...two years, I think? And Makayla and her sister Holly moved in about six months ago. So I didn't meet her until then, but they're both really good roommates. Really sweet people. And Makayla's just a bit drunk tonight. I promise this isn't a usual thing at all. You'll hardly hear a peep out of her. Had you two known each other before rooming together?"

Kacey nodded along, tempted to say, "Oh, really? I hadn't even noticed", when Chanel brought up the other girl being drunk. It was good to know that that wasn't her normal personality, at least, but what was that about her having a sister? So there was going to be four of them living in there? It wasn't a huge deal at all, but Kacey wanted to make it out to be, just to validate her claim that she needed to move into Colton's room more. Since Colton seemed to be Mr. Friendly tonight, she allowed him to continue to be the voice of their group, but she quickly regretted it once again. "Ah, that's cool. So I guess the fifth floor is the home of the party people, and not the thieves like I was initially worried about," he commented. Kacey could say all she wanted to later about he was only being friendly to piss her off, but the good vibes he had gotten from this girl earlier were only being validated now. The free beer and food promise still did have something to do with it, but he was also in a better mood now knowing that he would have an excuse to accidentally bump into one of the model chicks every now and then when he wanted to hang out with Kacey. "And us? We actually met on Christian Mingle a w--"

"Um, no. Don't mind him, he's always annoying like this. I didn't know him until I got the key to my old apartment, and I'm thanking God that I'm finally getting rid of him after a year," Kacey said, laughing a little, but only so she didn't seem as bitter and annoyed with Colton as she felt right then. With Chanel being so friendly, she knew that she needed to at least act somewhat approachable too, but it was hard with him being such a dick. "Are you sure your friends won't mind?" Kacey asked once more when they were outside of their apartment. It was her one last chance to maybe get out of this.

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He'd be lying if he said he wasn't surprised, even if just a little, that Cara actually gave him twenty dollars. Roman only glanced at it on the counter for a second, having to look twice to confirm what he thought he'd just been imagining, but it was in fact a twenty. "Rehab from your smart ass mouth?" he said a he took it and held it up in the air, squinting at it. It mostly had to do with the fact that he was now, and unjustly so, twenty dollars richer, but he decided he'd back off. Just a little. Again, he was bored and no one was around, so it didn't really matter what he said so long as he didn't touch her. "But hey, with my new found riches, I could probably get us both our own needle if you ever wanna, you know." He pat the pit of his elbow and winked. Roman was well aware that Cara thought he did every single drug that was out there, including heroin, and while it annoyed the living shit out of him, he figured he'd play into it now. As he stuffed the twenty into his wallet, he glanced at her after looking around the kitchen. "You know, Cara," he began slowly, his tone softer than it had been seconds prior. He took his time to finish his sentence, first by putting his wallet in his pocket and then by looking for a fork. "I do have to give credit where credit is due though." When he finally found one, he stabbed it into the mac and cheese container and took a bite. He continued thoughtfully, purposefully. "You probably are one of the rudest people I've ever met." Clearly the backing off was short lived, if lived at all. As he finished chewing, he pulled the lemonade towards him, figuring he'd make a little concoction. "But at least you look nice tonight," he said without attempting to hide him look at her before turning his eyes away and shrugging nonchalantly. "And the food isn't shit."

Roman knew good and well that Cara hadn't lifted a thumb in the preparation or making of the food, but he decided against making some unnecessary comment about her cook had done a good job or something. The pies did look a little bit professional, but he was trying to eat them, so he wouldn't bite the hand that was feeding him until he'd actually eaten. Well, he wouldn't bite it as much. He knew he was just being a nuisance at this point, but he decided that he'd just blame it on the alcohol that couldn't possibly have anything to do with his actions since he'd only had a single beer. The assortment of food and dessert, while impressive and appealing, did look juxtaposed to the nearly vacant room. Holly and Isaac in the living room and then Makayla at the table. There weren't that many people to begin with, even though it did feel crowded earlier, but this was kind of sad. "Don't tell me you ran everyone out while Nick and I were gone," he said, and then, trying to deflect from his continued jabs, "Do you know where they went?" Just as he was finishing the rest of his sentence, the front door opened. He recognized Chanel's voice, and normally wouldn't have looked over, but he'd done so instinctively. Chanel wasn't alone though. Doing so before reminding himself not to, he furrowed his brows in confusion at the two new people behind her.

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Chanel dug into her pocket, forgetting at that moment that not only was the door unlocked, but that she didn't live there and so wouldn't have a key to even use. It was probably because she was too wrapped up in talking to the other two, and the fact that she was intoxicated and still a bit on edge with Kacey's sudden arrival. Her name was Kacey, right? She'd forgotten to repeat when the girl said her name. Her father had always told her to do that, as it was 'good business practice,' not that he'd ever owned his own business. He was one of those people who liked reading self help books on how to become a millionaire by thirty. "They won't," she said, still fumbling for which pocket her key was in. "But if you are nervous, Kacey, about coming in, you really don't have anything to worry about. I mean if you really want I could totally bring you a plate. I'm just realizing how in your face I'm being. Sorry about that. I kinda just talk without thinking sometimes. But I promise you that it's okay. We have so much food to spare, you'd be doing us a favor honestly." She smiled before scoffing at herself. "Where is this damn--ugh God. I'm so dumb." She turned the knob and opened it, rolling her eyes at herself, but in their direction. "Disclaimer, I'm kind of drunk too."

She opened the door and stepped out of the way, still holding it for them to come through before finally closing it behind them and locking it. "Heyyy, everyone," she said with a wide smile. She locked eyes with Cara first in order to nonverbally communicate to her to not freak out and to just go along with it. She was hoping that if she caught Cara's attention soon, that the girl couldn't make Colton and Kacey feel unwelcomed too soon. "This is Colton, and this is Kacey," she said gesturing to each one of them respectively. "Kacey's my new roommate and Colton's her friend. I invited them over and stuff. This is Makayla, Holly, Isaac, Cara, and Roman," she said as she pointed to everyone. "Aaaand the food's over there, guys. So help yourself." She went over to Cara, not acknowledging the perturbed glances from Roman who was standing close enough to Cara to suggest that they had actually been communicating, but that couldn't have been possible since neither of them had had their throats slit by the other. She hugged Cara lightly from the side with one arm. Her voice was tight with anxiousness, hoping that Cara wouldn't be too upset that Chanel came back with more people. "The desserts look great!" she said, although they looked about the same as they had before she left, just placed a bit differently. "Also, oh my god, you're so pretty up close. Most people are hella ugly, but you're actually so pretty."

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Cara had glanced over at him when he had made a rebuttal about him needing rehab from her, but when she caught him examining the bill as if to make sure it wasn't fake, she scoffed, and refused to look up from the desserts until he began to speak about buying them needles. It was a comment that was so disgusting to her, that she refused to hide it in her expression as she glared about him. "You are absolutely despicable. Don't even look at me," she said after he had complimented her on the attire, and possibly the food. Claiming that it didn't taste like shit wasn't a compliment in her book, and actually, nothing he said would count as a compliment because she refused to consider his opinions as being valuable. The only reason why she felt her cheeks grow red was because he had caught her off guard with the compliment, and because he was pissing her off, she told her self. She knew that he was just trying to get under her skin, but joking or not, she would take his drug related comments as more evidence that she had been right all along about him. "I would take the money back, because I don't want to be contributing to your illness, but maybe I'll get lucky and the hit you buy with that will do the trick and kill you." A satisfied smile accompanied the dig, but it had taken her longer than she wanted to come up with it, so she had to respond to his earlier asked questions about the others after she had said it. "And please, the only person running anyone off is you and how disgusting you are," she said. She had only realized then that he had brazenly begun to eat macaroni right out of the serving dish, so her glare intensified as she leaned over to snatch the fork from his hands. Yup, disgusting was the perfect word. That, and annoying, unnecessary, classless, and irritating.

Chanel's voice was her saving grace... or so she thought. She broke her glare at Roman to offer the girl a relieved smile, only to find her coming in with two other people. One was easily recognizable as the boy who had come over looking for Isaac earlier, but the female was someone who Cara had never seen before. The girl being there caught her off guard, but she could have brushed off Colton being there as Chanel just actually being drunk enough to be trying to make a move on the guy she had been gushing about earlier. Cara then remembered that the only reason why Chanel had left was to see her new roommate, so this was probably her. She looked normal enough, and just because Chanel had been the one to bring her over, and it wasn't Ryan inviting his weird friends, Cara decided to play nice for the moment and smile as Chanel introduced them, confirming it was the new roommate. "Hey," she said with the smile, mentally patting herself on the back for being what she felt like was unnecessarily friendly to these strangers. Luckily for them, I love Chanel... and I owe her after today... Well, now we're actually even.

She continued to hover by the desserts, doing nothing really, until Chanel was by her side. Even though Chanel was always energetic, Cara was sure that a lot of her personality tonight was being amplified by the alcohol. She didn't mind it. Makayla was actually being quieter than Chanel at the moment, but Chanel's intoxication level felt controlled and like that of a normal person. It was the kind of drunk that Cara could have fun with, even though she felt like her buzz wasn't comparing to Chanel's at all. "I love you," she said in response to the compliment, wrapping both of her arms around Chanel for a quick squeeze, that she held for long enough to say, "but if you brought him back over here to fuck him in my room, I will kill you." She pulled away just in time to hear Holly calling her, and she gave Chanel a pointed look that meant "I mean it", before continuing over to Holly. "What will you like?" she repeated, contemplating the question as she looked over the desserts. "Well, two cupcakes looks like more than enough, so why don't you just start with that for now? We have so much that everything will still be here by the time you're done with that."

"Okay, but make sure no one eats it all, okay?" Holly said, seemingly unsure that Cara was being honest that it would all be there as Cara led Holly to the table that Makayla sat at.

"I promise it'll all still be there, Holl. Here, let's sit and eat at the table." As she got close enough, it was impossible to ignore the bottle of whiskey that hadn't been sitting in front of Makayla five minutes ago. She wanted to cringe at the sight. It was bad enough that Makayla was already this drunk, but drinking what Cara guessed was straight whiskey on top of that, was only going to make things worse. She had never seen Makayla like this to begin with, so she already thought this was as drunk as she could get. Any more drunk, and Cara was sure she would be passed out on her kitchen floor. She was used to taking care of Holly and it was something that came naturally to her, so Cara definitely possessed a compassionate side that some people didn't see, but she also didn't know how to take care of someone who always took care of themselves. It would have been different if this was Chanel on the verge of blacking out, but Makayla felt so much older to her. She just had always seemed so mature and capable and responsible, that it felt odd trying to look after her. She felt even more uncomfortable doing it with Holly standing right there, since she doubted Holly had even noticed anything was off with Makayla so far. After catching Chanel's gaze and giving her a "what the fuck?" look, she turned back to the girl seated at the table. "Makayla..." she began, unsure of where she wanted to take the conversation as she reached over and pushed the bottle of whiskey to the other side of the table. She didn't lunge for the cup Makayla had, but she felt like she should have too. "You can't keep drinking. You're already really out of it, girl. Seriously, I've never seen you like this before. Why don't you go back to your apartment and try to sleep for a little while? We can bring Holly and all of her dessert in, and we'll put a movie on for her since she doesn't seem as... ready for bed... as you are."

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Introductions were always awkward for Kacey, and even more so tonight, when she wasn't in the mood to be socializing with strangers to begin with. Earlier in the day, she had felt bad because she was going to be alone on Thanksgiving, but she would have much rather spent it alone than with strangers. She just decided that she would hold Colton to this plan to stay for five minutes to get some food, and then leave. She didn't care if that meant taking the food back to his apartment and eating it there, since this seemed to cancel out their Boston Market plans. She just knew that she didn't want to awkwardly sit in a stranger's apartment when everyone else there seemed to know each other. When chaos erupted on the other side of the room after Kacey and Colton had made plates that partially consisted of real food, and partially consisted of desserts, it was just one more reason for why Kacey knew this was a bad idea. She tried not to stare, and could tell that Colton was doing the same, but the kitchen wasn't that big where she couldn't hear almost every word that the first roommate she had met, was saying. It sounded like she was pissed as hell at the blonde girl, and Chanel was doing what she could to reel her back in. Her comment about Makayla being drunk was definitely on point, or so Kacey hoped, since the aggression the girl exhibited wasn't something anyone would want in a roommate's sober personality. It wasn't a great characteristic of a drunk either, but at least it was more excusable when alcohol was in the picture. "Now you're definitely switching with me," Kacey hissed when Colton was the only one close enough to hear her. "I didn't know for a fact that these people were this crazy until you forced me to come over here. Now the fact's been written in stone, and I'm not fucking with this type of crazy shit. You--" She stopped speaking when Isaac came closer. She didn't know that he was the boy that Colton was rooming with, but she guessed that he was friends with Makayla and Chanel if he was here celebrating a major holiday with them.

The food on her plate wasn't ice cold, but it was close enough to room temperature that she wanted to heat it up before eating it. The microwave was closer to the table side of the kitchen than it was to where she was standing, and she felt too uncomfortable to make the initiative to use it in general, but even more so when it meant she would have to get closed to the scene unfolding at the table. By now, she looked over for a second again, to catch Chanel supporting a good amount of Makayla's weight as she tried to lead her away from the table. She looked at Colton with another glare, as if to repeat her earlier comments about how she was not living with them, since she still couldn't say anything bad with Isaac standing there.

Unlike Kacey, Colton didn't mind that the food wasn't hot. He had already consumed all of the turkey he had put on his plate, and was buttering a roll, pretending he hadn't heard a word of Kacey's complaints, when Isaac came over. "Hey man, this is my old roommate, Kacey," Colton said, also pretending he hadn't heard what Isaac had mumbled about pills and alcohol. He was more brazen than Kacey when it came to being an ass, but he wasn't going to comment on Makayla's intoxicated state when he guessed, like Kacey, that everyone here was friends with her. "Kace, this is Isaac." He took a bite out of his roll, deciding that not only was this meal good because it was free and didn't require him to walk in the cold, but also because it was just good tasting in general. He was tempted to leave the rest of the dessert on his plate and just make a plate filled with dinner food, but decided to clear off the rest of the mashed potatoes and macaroni first. It wasn't going to take him more than three minutes anyway.

"Hey," she smiled. "It's nice to meet you." She wanted to add "future roommate", but only would have if Isaac wasn't actually close enough to hear. She didn't need to be the crazy new person in his eyes, that Makayla was in hers. Colton had gotten comfortable positioning his plate on one of the few empty spaces on the counter and eating while standing, but Kacey kept her plate in her hands. She definitely felt out of place and uncomfortable, and even more so when Chanel, the one who invited them, left. She took Makayla with her, which meant that both of her roommates were gone. That wasn't counting the sister that Chanel had mentioned earlier, who she also thought had been introduced as the redheaded girl moments before. She didn't know if that was right, considering that that girl looked absolutely nothing like Makayla. Makayla looked like she possessed Asian ancestry, along with some sort of African blood too, or maybe it was even a Hispanic lineage, like Dominican. She wasn't sure, but she definitely didn't look anything like the white girl with unnatural red hair that stood by the table. "Why don't we go back to your apartment and eat there?" she said, turning to Colton. Her voice was tainted with sweetness, but only because again, it wasn't just Colton who was there to hear it. She had to act nicer than usual to keep herself from seeming like she was ungrateful for the invitation over here in the first place. "It looks like everyone's getting ready to leave anyway."

"Yeah, alright," Colton agreed. It really did look like the party had ended the moment they walked in, and he didn't want to overstay his welcome either. He made sure to make a new plate, piling on much of the dinner foods that looked like they were going to be wrapped up and stored away for leftovers anyway, and then another plate of desserts. "You don't mind if we chill in the apartment, right?" he addressed Isaac after he was ready to leave. It was now his apartment too, but it felt like a common courtesy to ask, just in case.

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Somehow, Chanel managed to get Makayla out of the apartment without anyone getting clawed up, which Isaac thought was a small victory of some kind. He was a little impressed with the outcome, honestly, because Chanel had obviously had a drink or two herself. She'd managed though.

He hadn't actually realized who he'd ended up next to until Colton spoke, easily stealing his attention. He winced a little because he'd honestly forgotten those two had showed up right before shit hit the fan. Fantastic introduction to the floor, if he said so himself.

It was nice to have a name to the girl, and to know they were probably fairly good friends, which meant he might end up seeing her around a bit. He was glad he was mostly sober for once in his life, because he was going to manage to remember everything that had happened in the span of only a handful of hours. "Hey, yeah, nice to meet you too," he responded with his usual smile. She seemed nice enough. Uncomfortable, but honestly who the hell wouldn't be?

His last thought was farther validated when Kacey turned to Colton, suggesting they get the hell out. Again, Isaac didn't blame her in the least. He did smirk a little as he watched Colton pile his plate up, though. There was a good bit of food left, so Isaac didn't say anything, and just shook his head when Colton asked if he cared if they hung out at the apartment. "Nah, go for it. I'll probably be home soon myself but, I mean, that's fine..." Like Kacey had pointed out, 5B was emptying, and after she and Colton left there were only four of them. And he, obviously, didn't belong.

He'd managed to get through most of his dessert, just had one cookie left, so he kept that and put his plate away. He was just finishing off his drink when Roman passed him and canceled their plans; Isaac had to admit he wasn't surprised, but mildly disappointed. After all that, he'd been looking forward to a smoke and some chill time. Kind of like a reward for actually showing in the first place. But he just nodded, repeated a quick 'later', and then went to make his leave.

On his way, he passed Cara in the livingroom with Holly. The redhead still seemed a little frazzled after everything that had gone on, and Cara seemed tired, even as she had her phone in her hand. Isaac knew the best thing he could probably do would be to get out and get out fast, but there was still a boy inside of him that had striven to be well mannered regardless of where he came from. It'd backfired in his youth, of course, but the habits still remained. So he found himself hesitating at the door.

"Um, hey, Cara...thanks for...you know, letting me come." Or at least for not kicking him out, which he felt he should add. Technically his invitation had come through Ryan, but the younger Forrester was nowhere to be found and Isaac definitely wasn't going to go looking for him. He nodded, feeling like he'd done enough, and headed home.

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Kacey hated taking early shifts at work, but today, she had to. She had an audition at eleven, so she either had to choose to work the five to eleven shift and hope her manager would let her leave a few minutes early to make it to the audition, or skip a day of work and suffer from it financially. She chose the first option, but upon leaving the six hour shift, didn't even know if it had been worth it. In the long run it was better than making no money, but fifty dollars worth of tips felt like nothing. It became forty dollars when she had to pay ten dollars towards cab fare, and even after opting for that over the cheaper subway option, she still was two minutes late to the audition. Her agency had contacted her about the audition a couple of days ago, and despite it being for an HIV/AIDS prevention television commercial, she had still been excited and anxious all week. At this point, Kacey didn't care if she was auditioning for a commercial about Viagra. She needed to start somewhere. She was beyond sick of coming to auditions only to be told that she didn't look right for the part, that she wasn't what they were looking for, or that they would call her if she made it to the next set of cuts, only to never here from the company again. It sucked. It not only hurt her pride and self-esteem, but it was something that was beginning to tire her out. Growing up, she had always been a dreamer and wanting to be famous and making a living by performing was something that she wasn't going to give up on just yet, but she wasn't as bright eyed as she was when she first came to New York. She had auditioned for at least one hundred different things since then, and received zero roles. Zero. No commercials, plays, movies, television shows. Nothing. It wasn't like she had no talent and was following dreams that she had no right to be following. She had a great voice, was a good actress, and could dance. She didn't have a degree from Juliard to back it up, but Kacey knew that she was talented, and it hurt that other people didn't see it, or didn't give her a chance to prove it.

Today's audition was a perfect representation of how many of her auditions went. Panting from literally running up three flights of stairs after her cab dropped her off, Kacey finally made it to the suite where the auditions were being held. She painted a smile onto her face, ran her fingers through her hair in an attempt to make herself look as presentable and professional as possible, and opened the door. There was a receptionist who glanced up at her, and a line of chairs filled with other females on the other side of the room.

"Can I help you?" The receptionist asked almost immediately. Kacey moved closer to the desk before responding. "Hi, yes. I'm here for the audition."

"They're only looking for white and Hispanic actors."

"What? My agent sent me--"

"They found all the black girls they need. You can sit and wait another hour for the casting director to see you if you want to hear it from his mouth, but they're not casting anymore black girls. Only whites and Hispanics."

Kacey was well aware that rejection was just a part of the business, and she wasn't one of those people who liked pulling the race card and acting like just because someone didn't like her, it was because she was black. That wasn't it. The issue that she had was that for every hundred roles she heard about, maybe five of them would be looking for a black female. The others were mostly looking for white females, or even if that wasn't specified on the listing, when she got there, it would be clear that that was part of the "unwritten" criteria for the role. That was what was infuriating. She could be the most talented girl in the room, and something that was completely out of her control would prevent her from even being considered. She would go to these auditions and not even get a chance to get feedback on her acting skills because no one would give her a chance, so even if her amount of talent was just based on an inflated ego, she would never know that or how to improve it.

The worst part about it all was that there was no one to complain to about this. She could give the receptionist attitude if she was really feeling bold, but what good would it do? If anything, it would somehow get back to her agent or the casting director and she'd have an even more difficult time landing auditions. So, like usual, she was forced to fake a smile, nod, and leave the building feeling completely defeated. She couldn't waste any more money on cab fares and at this point, she didn't even feel like she deserved to waste money on subway fare. Despite being on her feet for a full six hours before the audition while working her waitressing shift, she forced herself to make the forty five minute trek back to her building on foot.

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It was only noon, and yet Kacey felt like there was no point in being awake to see the rest of the day, considering how poorly it was already going. She knew that her sleep schedule would be majorly screwed up if she went to bed at noon, but she had no desire to do anything but sleep. Well, she knew that some retail therapy would kick her bad mood to the curb quickly, but she wasn't that down where she would consider digging herself into more debt. Her wallet currently could not even handle the good Black Friday deals that she knew were going on, and she didn't even want to tempt herself by window shopping. That was the only reason she had for why it wasn't going to be that bad of a thing, when she couldn't fly home for Christmas. She knew her parents would act like she was sacreligious and that it was the end of the world, but at least she wouldn't have to beg for more money for a plane ticket, compromise her pride and buy Christmas gifts with money she didn't have.

If her Christmas in New York was going to be anything like Thanksgiving had been last night, though, she considered that it might just be worth robbing a bank if it meant she could afford to get back home for the holiday. The night wasn't as bad as she was acting, but she knew that first impressions were usually good reflections of people, and the first impressions that she got of her roommates, and neighbors in general, weren't great ones. There was the obviously bad first experience she had with Makayla. The weird things that she were saying could have been chalked up to her just being drunk, which was something that Kacey could live with. She drank from time to time too, and while she tried not to get that bad, everyone got wasted occasionally. It didn't make for great first impressions, but it happened, so she probably could have looked past that. When they got across the hall and she saw her again, though, she seemed to go from being a typical drunk to a sloppy mess, and after that, Kacey didn't trust what the other girl, Chanel, said, that it was a very rare occurrence. She couldn't fathom how her luck could be that bad, that the day she moves in, the girl happens to be acting so out of character. At the very least, Kacey knew that she couldn't complain that when she got back to the apartment last night at around ten, it was dead quiet, and she was able to sleep without being stabbed or attacked by either of her roommates.

The only good thing about Thanksgiving had been the food, but Kacey hadn't even taken a fraction of the amount as Colton had taken when they went back to his apartment. She used his roommate's microwave to heat up when she had taken though, and she had to admit, it was all pretty good. She stole some of the banana pudding that Colton had added to his dessert plate after she finished her meal and agreed with him, that it beat paying for a meal at Boston Market. It had been the first bit of homemade food that she had had in a while. Kacey wasn't a bad cook and actually enjoyed doing it, but she usually just took leftovers from the diner she worked at as her meals and even on days she didn't, she was usually too lazy to really cook for herself. The Thanksgiving meal had reminded her about what she was missing out on, and so when she passed a grocery store on her walk back home, she stopped in. She figured that food shopping didn't count towards the reckless shopping she knew she would do in retail, and yet it still made her feel a little bit better. She picked up the ingredients she would need to make lasagna, plus Pillsbury cinnamon rolls (since she just couldn't resist once she saw them), and returned to the apartment.

The grocery shopping had perked her up just enough to cause her to forget to worry about her roommates being home until she was already unlocking the door. She said a quick prayer that the girls would be out at work or something, but it only took stepping a few feet inside to see that she wasn't alone. If she didn't have perishable food in her grocery bags, she would have either turned out the door right there, or carried them back to her bedroom, but she couldn't now. She couldn't remember what the redheaded girl had been introduced to her as, but she remembered that she was somehow Makayla's sister. It took a mental reminder, but Kacey eventually smiled as she continued towards the girl, making her way to the refrigerator to unload her groceries.

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Holly had only gotten so far as to sit down at the kitchen table with her book and homework sheet when the apartment door opened and Kacey walked inside. Holly couldn't remember her name and had not even remembered that she existed until right then, but when she saw her face, she quickly realized that the girl was not a stranger. She had been at Cara's house the night before, and Holly thought she remembered her coming in with Chanel and being introduced as Chanel's new roommate. The normal thing to do would have been to smile back and maybe reintroduce herself and ask for the girl's name again, since she couldn't recall it, but Holly didn't think that way. She was too distracted by the bags that the girl had carried in and was now proceeding to unload into the refrigerator. "Do you like food?" The oddly general question came out as Holly stood up from her seat and moved to hover beside Kacey. She didn't mean it in that general of a way, but it was sometimes how she asked things, rather than being more specific like she meant, and asking what Kacey had bought and why she had bought it. "Since you're Chanel's friend, do you like the same food as her? She loves healthy food even if it tastes like grass."

Personality wise, this girl seemed capable of being Makayla's sister, even if it didn't show physically. She had no evidence to back up Chanel's claim that that wasn't really how Makayla acted, and seeing this girl, who was apparently her sister, acting just as oddly, didn't help her case. She had crouched down to put some of the groceries on a lower shelf but with the girl standing over her in a way that felt too close for comfort, she decided to get back on her feet. Kacey really didn't think of herself as being an unfriendly person but this was not what she wanted to come home and deal with after her morning. She didn't even know what this was. The girl she was interacting with, Holly, was it?, looked like she was somewhere in her early to mid teen years. She was dressed relatively normally, and aside from her bright unnatural hair color, appeared to be a normal person. The way she spoke though, negated that thought. It wasn't that anything she said was particularly bizarre. It wasn't as bad as Makayla telling her that her name was "basically" Chanel, or whatever she had been saying about the apartment being family friendly. Kacey was able to follow what Holly was saying, but it still wasn't something that normal people would say to people they don't know. That was especially true when Kacey thought she had made a noticeable social cue that she didn't want to talk, when she had only smiled politely and not engaged with the girl any more than that in the first place. Something seemed off with the girl in a way where she was more than just a friendly person. Chanel had seemed like a bit much to her last night, but Kacey could at least recognize that that was probably just friendliness mixed with alcohol. This was different and though it seemed like an innocent energy, it was still a bit off putting in the moment.

Although she didn't want to have to deal with conversation, she also didn't want everyone's first impression of her to be horrible, so she tried not to act as irritated as she was feeling. She knew that her mood couldn't really be blamed on Holly anyway. "I'm not friends with Chanel. I mean, I just met her yesterday," she said, correcting herself before it came out badly. "I try to eat healthy, but that doesn't always happen. Do you mind if I cook in here for a little?" She glanced behind Holly at the table where a book and sheet of paper sat. She was tempted to just end her pursuit of making the lasagna now and save herself the potential headache, but she knew that moping around or laying in bed for the rest of the day wouldn't do her any good. If anything, maybe the girl would take the question as a cue that she might want to move to read somewhere quieter. Kacey was perceptive enough to know that was a long shot, though.

"Are you making cinnamon rolls? I love those! Can I help? I watched a cooking show yesterday, and I'm like a professional chef, and me and Makayla made cupcakes too." Holly didn't pick up on Kacey wanting peace and quiet in the slightest bit. She rarely ever did, even when it was with people she knew well, so it probably wasn't surprising that she couldn't pick up on a stranger's cues either. Plus, the second she had spotted the Pillsbury cinnamon rolls being placed into the fridge, she wasn't processing or thinking about much of anything else. She had never actually made them before, but had gotten the pastry more than once when Cara took her out to breakfast or lunch at a cafe. The rest of Kacey's groceries seemed average, like things that would be used to make real meals, so that was what caught her attention the most. She didn't wait for an answer before hurrying over to the oven and leaning over it towards the control screen. "What number should I put it to?" she asked, remembering yesterday that Makayla said they had to set the oven to a temperature before it would start heating up.

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As more time passed, Ryan's conscience only got louder. He couldn't fall asleep since he wasn't tired, and turning on Netflix on his computer and putting his earphones in and listening to music did nothing to quiet the constant chatter in his head. He was not completely switching to regret what he had done, but now he was starting to consider the consequences of his actions more. It likely wasn't even his sensibility getting the best of him, but just the reminder that he had passed Nick on his way in, and if he happened to find out what had happened any minute now, Ryan was dead. Roman had gotten up at some point and left, and Ryan knew that his sister and Brooklyn weren't home, so he was definitely dead. There was no way in any universe that Ryan would stand a chance if Nick wanted to physically fight him, and he was sure that a guy like Nick would be low enough to physically fight over trivial things, so him sleeping with his girlfriend would definitely constitute it. Ryan tried to tell himself that Nick sleeping with his sister could constitute him being angry at Nick too, but in reality, it wasn't like that. For one, he and Cara didn't have that kind of relationship. He was younger than her so he couldn't pull the "protective older brother" card, and secondly, he didn't care about who she slept with. He didn't want to know. It was a little bit different in this situation, where her sleeping with Nick did interfere with his life and the tranquility of his home, but it didn't infuriate him or anything where he could compare it to him sleeping with Nick's girlfriend. Even if he could convince himself that Nick wasn't going to hurt him, he wasn't out of the clear. He knew Cara would find out about Brooklyn spending the night, and while he could convince his dad that Brooklyn was someone he actually knew, Cara obviously knew that was a lie. He and Brooklyn were barely even acquaintances twenty four hours ago, so him having her over for Thanksgiving and to spend the night was bizarre. He would be the first to admit that, but it wasn't something he regretted. Definitely not. It had been too good and different for him to wish it hadn't happened.

Ryan wasn't sure how long he had been laying in bed, but it was nearly one thirty when Cara texted him and told him to get rid of some of their leftovers, by bringing them across the hall to Makayla and Holly. He disliked attributing any of Cara's personality traits to himself, but he shared a similar dislike for leftovers as she did. Had he differed on the matter, he would have simply called her spoiled and ungrateful, but since it was something that resonated with him as well, he didn't want to think of himself that way. Instead, he would blame it on how they were raised. Food was always thrown out once the meal was over, and a new one would be cooked the next night or for the next meal. He didn't like the way that all of the food made the refigerator smell, so he was more than generous when pulling out containers and piling them up in a way where he could safely carry them across the hall without dropping anything. Once he got across the hall, he managed to balance the containers in one hand for a second to knock on 5B's door.

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She never planned on taking a five minute shower. She had only told Holly that because she wanted the girl to be ready when she did get out, so that she could go in, and so that she wouldn't get into too much trouble if she thought that Makayla would be back out soon. Makayla knew good and well that no matter what she said, Holly could find trouble if she wanted to, but it made her feel better that she at least tried to keep her at bay. With the way her head was pounding, it was hard for her to really care as the minutes passed and the steamy, pounding water offered her a little bit of relief. The emotional strain of the night before was what was making her unbelievably anxious, but the physical side effects were suddenly hitting her harder than she had when she had first woken up. The Ibuprofen wasn't kicking in and keeping her eyes open made her head hurt even more because of the lighting, but when she closed them, she felt like the room was spinning. She didn't know if sleeping would even help at this point, but even if she wanted to collapse back into her bed after she finished showering, she knew it would not be possible. Holly wouldn't allow that, and after apparently being incapable of caring for Holly last night and leaving her with Cara, Makayla felt like she needed to be more careful about keeping Holly under control today. The last thing that she wanted was to be a burden on other people.

Her shower lasted around ten minutes before she dragged herself out (purposely leaving the water running), wrapped herself in a towel and opened up the bathroom door. "Come on, Holly. It's your turn. The water's running," she called out once she saw that Holly was not in their bedroom. Knowing that Chanel was gone and being completely oblivious to Kacey's existence, she didn't feel bad calling out in the apartment in a way that she would normally feel was obnoxious. The "coming!" that Holly answered with a few seconds later took long enough to make Makayla a bit suspicious about what Holly had been up to, so she remained in the bedroom doorway, rather than automatically going into the bedroom to get dressed. "Were you doing your homework out there?" she asked when her sister approached. She didn't know what else she thought Holly would have been doing specifically, but there was probably a higher chance of her getting into something of Chanel's in the fridge or turning on the television than actually completing school work. "I was going to start reading, but then Chanel's friend came home with so much food! And it wasn't even the kind that Chanel gets. There were cinnamon rolls but she's not making them right now. She's making something else, I forget what it's called, and she said it's a one person job, but I can watch when I finish taking a shower. Is the water super hot like I like it?" As per usual, Holly spoke so quickly that Makayla couldn't interject to question what the hell she was talking to until Holly was finished and talking about something completely different. With the morning she was having, she shouldn't have been surprised that she didn't know who Holly was referring to so casually, but it wasn't any more comforting. "Who? What are you talking about?"

"Chanel's friend! Well, she said she's not really Chanel's friend, but she's Chanel's roommate. That's what she said last night. I forget what her name is, but she was at Cara's last night when I was getting you your cupcake that you didn't eat. Remember?" The answer to that question was absolutely not, but Makayla only nodded, rubbing her left temple with the hand that wasn't being used to keep her towel in tact. "Right, right. Okay. Go shower, the water should still be hot." That was the easiest response to give. There was no use in questioning Holly further when the girl was apparently right down the hall, and when no matter how much of an explanation Holly gave, there was a slim chance that she would actually remember anything. The concept of them having a new roommate wasn't incredibly strange anyway, since they had been expecting one soon, but still, it worried Makayla that she had been around this girl last night, according to Holly, and couldn't remember a minute of it. With the way Holly claimed she had spoken to Cara, Makayla did not even want to know what this girl thought of her, but after Holly went to shower and Makayla got dressed, she knew that she needed to say something. If not to apologize for whatever she did, which she wasn't sure even needed an apology, than to establish that she was a normal person sober. Holly always took long showers, so about five minutes later, when she was dressed and had lazily tossed her hair into a bun, she decided that there was no better time than then to try to introduce herself to their new roommate.

Makayla normally did not crave social interaction, and she didn't in this situation either, but because this girl was apparently her new roommate, she felt inclined to introduce herself. Holly had probably already spooked her, and for all Makayla knew, she had done the same the night before, so this just seemed like something she needed to do. When she entered the kitchen, it was confirmed that she had no idea who this girl was. She could only really see the back of her head, as the girl stood facing the counters, but it was enough to confirm that Makayla had no recollection of ever meeting her. She was regretting not using Holly's shower time as a little bit of extra time for her to relax and try to fight this brutal hangover, but now it was too late to turn back, and she cleared her throat quietly, but loud enough to cause the girl to notice her presence and turn around. "Hey, I'm sorry if my sister was bothering you. She's just..." she tried to search for a good word to excuse the behavior, but fell flat as she finished it with, "like that sometimes. She thinks she's just being friendly, but I know she comes on strong a lot."

Kacey was beyond relieved when Holly scurried out of the kitchen to respond to Makayla who had called to her. For one, she savored the peace and quiet, and two, she had come close to telling the redhead to shut up when she continued to ask her questions, touch things, and insist on helping after Kacey had explained that she didn't need any help. She did not want to be nasty, but Kacey also wasn't a nurturing person. She grew up an only child so she wasn't used to dealing with bothersome younger siblings, so situations like this weren't something that she knew how to handle well. Plus, she still did not know Holly enough to know that she had underlying issues that made her being so persistent a little bit more understandable. She spent the next five minutes alone as she set up a little work station with the ingredients and utensils she needed to cook, and the recipe for the lasagna pulled up on her phone.

Just as she had started cooking, she was startled by a voice behind her. Spinning around, she matched it with Makayla, the girl who had been completely wasted the night before. She seemed undeniably different now. With wet hair and a natural face, it was apparent that she had just gotten out of the shower. She did not just seem physically different compared to how she was the night before. Her voice was much softer now, and she appeared to be "here" mentally. It was impossible for Kacey to suddenly abandon the first impression she had gotten the day before, but she wanted to be open minded. She wanted to believe that Makayla had just been uncharacteristically intoxicated the night before, but she would not admit that maybe she wanted to feel that way because something about this girl was enticing. She couldn't. She could already see Colton sneering at her, just thinking about it. Makayla didn't capture Kacey's attention in some mystical sort of way, but she was cute. The drastic flip between last night's Makayla and today's Makayla might have accentuated on her seeming more attractive today, but either way, Kacey knew it was shallow to even take her lust into consideration when trying to figure the girl out. "She was fine. Don't worry about," she said, offering a smile that was softer than she thought she was capable of giving with the mood she was in. "You're Makayla right? I know we spoke last night, but things seemed kind of... crazy." She smiled still, with it growing a bit wider now. She kept herself from smirking since she didn't know Makayla well enough to poke fun at her, but she also wanted to be at least somewhat real, and that seemed nicer than asking her if her name was "basically Chanel".

"Oh God, yeah. Look, I'm so sorry if I said anything or did anything yesterday to you that was weird. I... I drank way too much and I honestly don't remember a single thing after a certain point in the night, so I don't remember even meeting you." She was embarrassed having to admit this to a complete stranger, but Kacey didn't seem to be acting judgmental about it. If anything, the look on her face made Makayla feel more comfortable about everything, like Kacey found it amusing more than standoffish. What had happened last night wasn't funny, and Makayla had the headache to vouch for that, but at least she knew that one person wasn't holding it against her.

"Nah, it's cool. It's cool. Who doesn't drink a little too much on a holiday?" Kacey couldn't help but to laugh as Makayla explained herself. She recognized how strange this was, for her to go from thinking this girl was psychotic to suddenly feeling very comfortable around her, but it was better than the reverse, she thought. At least now she knew she wasn't going to be chopped into little pieces while she slept. The conversation continued for a few more minutes as Kacey introduced herself and explained why she had moved into the apartment, and gave a quick rundown on her life and then, what she was currently making. Makayla left before the conversation felt strained and about forty five minutes later, she and Holly left the apartment, with Holly explaining that they were "going to find something fun to do". Continuing her cooking, Kacey felt less restless now. Her life was still continuing to suck, but at least things were looking better in a short term sense.

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The lunch shift was always busy and because of this, Colton ended up staying a little later after one, when his shift usually ended. He had Saturday and Sunday off, so Friday was payday for him. Luckily, he was paid off of the books so he got it all in cash, with no taxes taken out. His deli job treated him well enough that it took care of the the bills, beer and food, but not much more. That was okay with him though, because he didn't want or need more than that. He had about $500 in his savings account set aside for emergencies that he doubted would ever occur, so he was fairly satisfied with his life, financially speaking, at least. It wasn't something that would ever support a family but right now, Colton was happy with his family consisting of "me, myself and I". At least before yesterday, he got all of the socialization he needed from work and from living with Kacey. There were days when he craved more... maybe a real set of friends to go out to the bars with to watch sports games, or maybe even a girlfriend... but he didn't need any of that either. He was the kind of person who wanted it and wouldn't complain if he had it, but was too lazy to actually go out of his way to fix it. Living on the fifth floor, doors away from a bunch of girls who he was still convinced were models might change that, but he wasn't planning on really acting on it as deeply as he had acted in front of Kacey. Even as he made his way through the fifth floor's hallway, the major thing that was on his mind was the chicken parm hero in his brown paper bag and the six pack of Bud Light in his other hand.

With the correct key now, he managed to open his apartment door without a hassle. Getting inside, he found something that he hadn't expected. There was music playing and Isaac was laid out on the living room floor working on some sort of drawing. It felt stranger than it actually was because Colton wasn't expecting it. There wasn't anything wrong with someone being into art, but it just was not the kind of guy that Colton pinned Isaac to be. He wasn't the type of person who was very hard to please, but he could admit that he had been hoping that the apartment would be vacant when he returned home. Chicken parm heroes were a pretty big deal, and they deserved a perfect setting to be eaten in. Having to sit in the kitchen which overlooked the living room felt intrusive and even if it didn't make Isaac uncomfortable, Colton knew that he wouldn't be able to kick back and relax in the way he used to in his old apartment. Those formality type feelings would probably vanish within the next week or so, but for now, he still felt like he had to try to act decent. "Hey, man," he said as he passed through the living room and acknowledged Isaac with that and a casual nod and into the kitchen. He set his bag and beer down on the table and left them there as he headed into his bedroom. He changed out of his work t-shirt into a plain black one, and left the jeans and sneakers he had on, before texting Kacey, saying, "U home? I wanna eat at ur place. Free up the TV for me". He knew that there was a good possibility that she was at work or just out doing something else, so he didn't leave his apartment yet. Instead, he returned to the living room and kitchen area and cracked open one of his beers. He wanted to dig into his sandwich but thought that it would ruin the vibes if he were to open it up here and start eating it, only to have to move in a few minutes when Kacey answered, so he resisted the urge to pull at the tin foil it was wrapped in.

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Nah chill. You're not welcome here unless u wanna switch apartments

She didn't mean it as seriously as she had the night before, because at least now, she knew that Makayla was a normal person. The conversation that she had had with the girl before she and her sister left was more than normal, it was actually nice. It made the unsettling vibes that she had originally gotten from Makayla vanish into thin air, and though it was for reasons more vain than Kacey wanted to admit, the reasons weren't what mattered to her. All she cared about was that she could be comfortable in this apartment that she was paying rent for. Makayla's sister was likely to become a problem, but Kacey would try to keep herself together on that front. She didn't think of herself as not being a people person. At the very least, she was at least good at pretending to be one when her tips at work depended on it. More so, she just struggled to act like she cared or was tolerant of behavior that bothered her. If someone's presence was a nuisance, she was bound to say something. She didn't want to come across as being a bitch on her first day in the place but at the same time, not being able to leave her room without being bombarded by questions and chatter wasn't going to fly. For now, she was glad that she had been left alone with some peace and quiet that allowed her to make her lasagna, finish organizing her bedroom, clean up her work space from the lasagna, take it out and add the layer of mozzarella cheese on top, and then pop it back into the oven for another fifteen minutes.

Typically, the oven timer went off just as there was a knock at the door. She wasn't going to let that hour and a half of hard work go down the drain for nothing, so she hurried to remove the tray from the oven first. After tossing her oven mitts onto the table, she hurried over to the door to open it. "Hi?" she said, the tone relating to the confusion she felt upon seeing the stranger with that much food, before realizing that it came out sounding bothered and unfriendly. She had to remind herself that this was no longer she and Colton's apartment, where no one that she didn't know was coming in and out of the apartment. For all she knew, this was another one of Makayla's definitely-not-blood-related siblings. "The other girls aren't home right now," she continued, trying to sound softer now. "If that stuff is for them, you can leave it inside and I'll let them know you left it."

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The door opened just as Ryan almost dropped the container of cookies that topped the pile of boxes and plates and containers in his hands. He was relieved that it opened, because it meant that he could unload all of this, but since it wasn't Chanel, Makayla or Holly opening the door, he almost wished that no one had opened it again because the second that Kacey addressed him, he started rambling. "Hi, oh, okay, yeah, I'll just leave this then. It's for Makayla and Holly mostly, but if Chanel gets home first, would you mind telling her to take whatever she wants first? I'm sure my sister already told her about it, but yeah... it's just the leftovers from our dinner last night. My sister thought that Makayla and Holly might want them... and we had so much left over... it's not like we do this normally. You know, it's just because it was Thanksgiving... okay, you know what, I'm going to stop talking now." If he had a gun, he would have shot himself for that mess. This Ryan was the real Ryan. The one that stumbled over his words and went off on tangents and made himself look like a baffling idiot, just because he was in the presence of an attractive girl. This Ryan was a major contrast compared to the person he had been last night, but Ryan still couldn't even believe that that had been him. Granted, Brooklyn had been the one to do most of the work and make most of the moves, but he played along, and in his defense, he thought he had played along pretty well. At least when considering that she was so far out of his league, that he was still partially convinced that this was all a dream.

When he decided that he needed to get out of there before making himself look like more of an idiot, he took the liberty of stepping past her and set the containers of food on the kitchen table. "Some of it should probably be refrigerated, but I can tell that you're busy, so I don't want to get in your way. Uh, I'm sure it'll all be fine out here until Makayla and them get back, so yeah... if you could just let them know that that's from Cara, my sister, that'd be great." He should have just left it at that, but as he was on his way back out the open door, he felt compelled to offer up his name, so now she could properly identify him as the moron who had made a fool of himself. "I'm Ryan by the way. Cara's brother. Live right over in 5C."

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Colton didn't buy the whole FBI thing, but he nodded through everything Isaac said. It wasn't like he was incredibly perceptive or knew Isaac well enough to tell that he was lying, but it just didn't feel believable. Why? Colton wasn't even sure. It was mostly just surface level judgements and him deeming that a guy who looked like Isaac wouldn't be hired as a federal level anything. Even that couldn't fully explain him not believing it, though, because Isaac didn't "look" any particular way. He was a little scruffy looking but that didn't mean, in any respect, that he couldn't get a job somewhere. Working for the FBI was just too far fetched for him to not inwardly roll his eyes at. Even if he was a janitor who cleaned FBI buildings, he wasn't going to be employed by the FBI themselves, to a point where it would make sense to say that he worked for the FBI. He wasn't a federal agent, he wasn't a part of the FBI. He would have been employed by some outward source that the FBI had a contract with. If Colton had known that at one point, Isaac had been paying the entire rent for the apartment, the idea of him being a janitor would have been even more unbelievable. Unless he was working as a janitor full time somewhere where he had an awesome contract with benefits, there was no way that he was making enough money to afford a two bedroom apartment in Manhattan on his own, nonetheless afford it and still have money left over to have hobbies, like drawing, and possibly smoking bud, if that was the faint scent he had picked up the day before when he moved in.

Colton knew that he was definitely overthinking all of this, but since he had very quickly decided that he didn't buy the idea of it, it made him feel uneasy. He didn't have to like his roommate, but feeling like he was lying to him over something so meaningless and trivial made him bothered, a bit. He quickly decided that the dude was either one of those crazy people who created lies and actually believed them, or was a jobless loser who just had to come up with a story on the spot, instead of admitting that he leeched off of society... which still wouldn't have made much sense, because he had to do something to pay rent. For all he knew, though, there was a possibility that Isaac wasn't lying. Colton wouldn't acknowledge that possibility, but in reality, it did exist.

"Alright, later, man," he said as soon as Isaac stopped talking. He felt as dramatic as Kacey as he quickly closed the door behind himself and walked across the hall to 5B, but he wasn't feeling as confident in his roommate match as he had been yesterday. Once he was out of his own apartment, he could see that 5B's door was open, and as he took a few steps towards it, he saw a guy in the doorway talking to Kacey. Perfect, he thought with a smirk, now knowing that it would be impossible for her to pretend that she wasn't home and not let him in. He caught the last bit of Ryan talking, saying something about living in 5C, before hearing Kacey say, "Okay, cool, I'll let them know." She looked uncomfortable as she smiled at the guy, before noticing Colton standing a few feet away, which seemed to cause that uncomfortable smile to transform into a glare almost automatically. She didn't offer her name to Ryan now, because she was focused on Colton, and waited until Ryan had left to roll her eyes and officially address Colton. "Can I help you?" She noticed the beers in his hand, but was too used to Colton drinking 24/7 to comment on him starting so early.

"Yup, I'm here to watch your TV and eat my chicken parm hero," Colton reiterated from his text as he stepped past Kacey brazenly, a smirk aligned in its usual place on his face. Upon entering the apartment, he noticed that it smelled good, like it had yesterday, but it only took a few seconds for him to realize that the source of that good smell was still there. A fresh lasagna sat on top of the stove. There were also containers of food on the table, but he knew that this smell could only be coming from the tray that was still letting off heat. "So the day you move out, you decide to become Martha Stewart? And you don't even have the decency to let me know so I don't bring home a nice, juicy chicken parm hero? That's fucked up, Kace. Really fucked up." If this sandwich wasn't calling his name, he would have indulged in the tray of food she had just made, but at least now that he knew it was here, he knew what he would be having for dinner.

"Oh, shut up. Why are you here anyway? Your apartment has a TV."

"Am I not allowed to visit a friend when I just happened to be passing through her neighborhood?" He looked over his shoulder as he spoke, just in time to catch Kacey's unamused look, while walking towards the couch. He sat himself down, unwrapped his sandwich on the coffee table and cracked open another beer. "Where's hot chick number two and the psycho roommate? Don't tell me you ran them out with your attitude? No, or wait, don't tell me that you made this lasagna to try to win them over and convert them into joining your lesbian cult."

After Kacey had put the containers of Ryan's food that looked perishable into the fridge, she walked towards the television that Colton sat in front of. "You're mad annoying," she said first, before taking the ponytail holder from her wrist and trying her hair into a ponytail. "They're just out. I don't know where they went, but it's not just the two of them. There's a little annoying one too, who's the psycho's sister. But she's not psycho. I spoke to her and she's actually pretty chill. Her name is Makayla and "hot chick number two" is Chanel. And no, I made lasagna because I wanted it, so fuck you."

"You wanted 'it', as in you wanted that ass? Hot Chick Number Two is off limits. I'm the only one who gets to corrupt that one, alright? You can have the psycho though."

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On the walk back home, Makayla and Holly made a quick stop at a Kmart that they passed. Makayla had an assortment of personal care items that she needed, but she didn't have the money to spend on any of them right now, and assured herself that they weren't really needed this minute. She pushed that list into the back of her mind and went in just wanting to pick up lemonade. She knew that they had ran out the day before, and although she had no recollection of Cara purchasing any the night before, even if she did, she wasn't going to expect Cara to just hand that to them. Her SNAP benefits were gone for the month so she had to pay with cash, which made her all the more resistant of going into the store with Holly, because she knew that Holly was going to want something else too, and that meant more cash out of her pocket. Despite telling Holly that they were only going in for lemonade, it only took a few minutes inside the store for Holly to disappear from her side and then reappear when she was on line, with some toy in her hand. "Can I get this?" she asked, eagerly waving the package of Shopkins in front of Makayla's face. The answer was going to be no regardless of what they were, but Makayla humored Holly by taking the toy from her for a moment, looking at it, and then handing it back to her with a shake of her head. "No, put it back where you found it."

Although walking along The Highline wasn't fun in the same sense that going to see a movie was, Holly had had a nice couple of hours with Makayla. They passed a bunch of dogs, saw a lady wearing a shirt that had a bunch of Disney characters on it, and walked past Holly's school, which was only good because it reminded her of how lucky she was to not be in there. Just in general, though, it wasn't difficult to please Holly. As long as she had someone to talk to and was getting a change of scenery, she was usually content. Going into Kmart on the way home made her even more excited though. She had nodded along when Makayla tried to stress that they were only going in to get lemonade, but as soon as Makayla headed towards the drinks, Holly wandered off. Her attention had first been caught on all of the Christmas candies that were already out, even though it was only a day after Thanksgiving. She wandered down that aisle, picking up a box of candy canes, only to set it down on a random shelf when she got to the toy section. It usually wasn't the actual toys that caught her eye, so much as it was the bright colors and cute cartoon faces on the packages. That was what led her to put down the candy in exchange for a package of Shopkins that she managed to hold onto until she found Makayla on line. She was sure that Makayla would like the cute little figurines as much as she did, so when her sister told her she couldn't get it, she was sure that she had to be mistaken. "Please? Kay, look! One of them is a little carrot with a face on it. Isn't it so funny?"

"Yeah, put it back though." She tried to be nice. She really did. Even feeling like she was being repeatedly stabbed in the head, she tried to smile and offer a half-hearted laugh at the stupid little figurines with faces, while insisting Holly put it down. It was sometimes hard, but Makayla really always did try to be patient with Holly. There were days, like last night, when she would reach her limit and snap, but she tried to be calm and collected. She knew that Holly's rambunctious tendencies were ones that she couldn't control and she always meant well, and really, if Makayla had the money to waste on stupid shit like this, she would. She was only saying no because she didn't have the money. She was already buying a bottle of lemonade over shampoo. She wasn't going to toss fifteen dollars to the wind for little pieces of plastic that would be lost within ten minutes of Holly opening it.

"Please can I get it?"

"That stuff is for babies, Holly. For little kids. You don't need that. I'm already getting you the lemonade. "

"But I just want this. I'll give it to Brooklyn when she has a baby, okay? I'll just keep it until then, then I'll give it to her. And it actually says it's for ages five and up, so that's not for babies, Kay. Please?" The Brooklyn having a baby part was definitely pulled out of thin air, but in Holly's head, it seemed like a good plan of action if Makayla really thought that were toys for babies.

"Put it down." Still, she tried not get angry at Holly's refusal to listen for once and kept her voice calm as she looked at Holly.

"Why?"

"I don't have money to waste on stupid stuff, Holly. I'm not paying fifteen dollars for twelve little pieces of plastic." They still weren't at the register yet, so she had time to convince Holly that she needed to put it down before Holly shoved it onto the counter while she was paying... or so she wished. Of course, Holly didn't respect that "put it down" and just as she asked "why?", the cashier called for the next customer, which was them.

"But they have faces!" Holly protested, only slightly offended at Makayla calling them stupid, since looking at the toy again made her want to laugh.

"Please put it down, Holly. My head hurts. I don't have the energy to argue with you today."

That was all it took for Holly's attention to switch, and she stuck the toy on a neighboring display before following Makayla to the cashier. Normally, she would have tried to strike up a conversation with the person ringing up their items, or ask if she could purchase one of the candies on the shelves below the register, but now she wanted to talk about Makayla's headache. "Want me to give you a head massage when we get home?"

"No, it's not hurting that badly. I just need you to start listening," Makayla said, trying to smile at Holly and the cashier as she forked over four dollars for the lemonade.

Holly seized the plastic bag the second that the cashier placed it on the counter. "What are we gonna have for lunch?" she asked a minute later as she took the lead as they headed out of the store.

"Are you actually hungry? Or are you gonna tell me you want something and then not eat it after I make it?"

"Why would I do that?" She laughed, a little bit knowingly, and a little bit just because.

Twenty minutes later, they were back on the fifth floor of their apartment building, and Makayla was going through her usual ritual of searching for her key in her bag, typically able to find everything except for the key she needed. She eventually found it and unlocked the door, saying, "Put that in the fridge and then we'll figure out what we have to eat, okay?" as she let Holly walk inside first. Earlier, she had gotten a text from Cara and a few minutes ago, one from Nick, but she only answered Nick's, since Cara's didn't really warrant a response. She answered Nick with, "I wish but after last night I think I need to be totally sober for a few days :(". She doubted that goal would actually be reached, but with it in mind, she had only smiled at Nick when they passed him on the way up. She couldn't engage in too much talk because Holly was racing up the stairs, but also because she knew if she even allowed herself to second guess not smoking, she would change her mind.

Holly got a few feet inside before noticing that not only was Kacey still in the apartment, but the boy from last night was too. "I told you Kacey would still be here!" Holly exclaimed, barely taking a second to glance back at Makayla before placing the bag with the lemonade down on the floor and hurrying over to the couch where Colton sat, and Kacey stood beside. "We're back," she announced, as if it weren't obvious. "Did you make your cinnamon rolls yet? Because it doesn't smell like cinnamon rolls." It smelled like food, but not sweet and sugary food. "I remember you from Cara's house but I don't remember your name. Are you Kacey's brother?" As she stepped around to the front side of the couch, she noticed the tattoos on his arm as she tried to figure out what he was eating. "Makayla has tattoos like you. Want to show him, Kay?"

Makayla knew that all of this was coming the moment that she noticed that they weren't alone in the apartment too, but she tried to give herself a few seconds to hope that Holly wouldn't be too intrusive as she picked up the shopping bag from the floor and put the lemonade into the fridge. After that, as Holly called out to her about her tattoos, she knew well enough to go over there. "Hey guys," she said, offering a sincere smile to Kacey, who she still felt like she needed to be grateful to, for being understanding about whatever had went on the night before, and then to the guy on their couch. Holly had asked if he was Kacey's brother which was obviously a moronic question, but Makayla wondered what his relationship to Kacey was, if Holly had also said something about him being at Cara's last night. Boyfriend seemed like a likely role, and just looking at him, Makayla couldn't blame Kacey. "Come on, Holl. Let's make lunch. What did you say you wanted again?" She tried to usher Holly away from the pair and hoped that changing her train of thought might do the trick to get her back into the kitchen.

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Kacey shook her head at Colton "claiming" Chanel for him. "Good luck with that, Casanova. What makes you think a girl like her's gonna want your washed up ass anyway? But you know what, just remember that you already said you'd keep your hands off Makayla, because I actually would go for that. I doubt she's into girls, but she's cute. I would go for it." Kacey understood why Colton thought that Chanel was model material, because she really was gorgeous, but Kacey wasn't really into tall girls. It was just a preference for her, wanting to be taller, or at least the same height, as the person she was with, and Chanel seemed abnormally tall. Or at least model-level tall. Since Kacey was just average height, people who tended to fall into her height preference category were shorter than average, and as she had noticed right away last night, Makayla was definitely shorter than average. She was tiny and delicate looking, and something about that piqued Kacey's interest.

Hearing the door open, Kacey and Colton cocked their heads backwards at the same time, and while Colton smirked at the sight of The Psycho, who they were talking about, and the sister that Kacey deemed annoying, he had wished, for that split second, that it had been Hot Chick #2. He wasn't the most social person in the world, but at least some of his lack of friends could be attributed to him being lazy. After work, he usually liked to sit home and relax. That didn't mean that if some wildly attractive girl happened to live with his old roommate, he couldn't try to muster up some charm and tap that, though. It had been a long time since he had pursued anyone, so really, he didn't even know if he had any "charm" in him. He wasn't the romantic type, but then again, he wasn't looking for anything romantic. He didn't even know the girl, Chanel, but he didn't need to know her to know that she was attractive, at least in the physical sense of the word.

Colton looked towards Kacey, wanting to see how she was going to interact with the newly arrived pair, but before either of them could say anything, Holly had bounded towards them and was talking a mile a minute. Am I her brother? Are you color blind?
That was the last question that he was expecting to get, because... really? It didn't click in his head that maybe she thought that because she looked absolutely nothing like her own sister, but still, it was random. "My name's Colton but nah, I'm not her brother. We're just friends, even though that's not all she wanted to be," he smirked with a wink, still not knowing Holly enough to know that that would probably go right over her head. Before Makayla came over, he responded to Holly's next comment about his tattoos too. "Tattoos are cool. Your sister must have style," he said, trying to be friendly and polite before stuffing his mouth with another bite of his sandwich. It took a few seconds, but it made more sense now why Kacey had called her annoying. Like Kacey, he wasn't much of a kid person. It probably wasn't fair to stick this girl into the "kid" category anyway, since she appeared to be a teenager, but anyone who wasn't clearly over the age of eighteen fell into that category in his mind. Plus, she acted more childish than any teenager he knew, or at least, she was more hyper active than normal teenagers.

Kacey had ignored the question about the cinnamon rolls since the answer was a no, and Holly had moved on almost automatically anyway, so she only spoke up when Makayla came over and tried to lead Holly away from them. "I don't know if you guys like lasagna, but feel free to have some if you do. I just made it and I have more than enough to share." She purposely kept her back to Colton as she smiled at Makayla, not wanting to even allow him to give her some sort of smirk about her now offering the lasagna to them. She wanted to eat anyway, so she headed into the kitchen and grabbed a plate and cut herself a section of the lasagna. "I hope you guys don't mind that I used your pan. I realized after I started cooking that I didn't have one the right size, so I just took one from the cabinet," she added, looking up from her full plate and across the room towards Makayla.

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Holly could accept that Colton wasn't Kacey's sister, since them being friends still did explain why he was around last night and today. "She'll show you them later, okay?" Holly explained in an almost apologetic manner when her sister refused to answer her request to show Colton her tattoos and instead tried to lead her back to the kitchen with talk of lunch. "And then maybe one day you and her could go together and get matching tattoos! Like, of a giraffe or a dog or something so cool. She said that she's never going to get a tattoo of a dog, but maybe she'll listen to you better!" Colton seemed nice. Maybe even nicer than Kacey, who while Holly still deemed a friend in her mind, clearly had not made the cinnamon rolls and had not let her help out earlier. Holly tended to be blind towards a lot of social cues, so she only picked up being not liking her, or more frequently, "being mean", when they wouldn't humor her eccentricity. She would still rarely take that as them not wanting to be around her as much as they didn't, but more so that she didn't want to be around them. They weren't fun enough, or they didn't like talking, or maybe they said that they didn't like Zac Efron movies. More often than not, she wouldn't completely blacklist people, but just prefer certain people over others. Like how she had preferred Chanel over their other roommate who had moved out a while ago, or how she preferred Brooklyn over Nick. Sometimes it was because they actually were more engaging, and other times, there was no obvious reason at all. She had not interacted with Kacey enough to genuinely prefer other people over her, but she was already sure that she liked Colton.

When she entered the kitchen, she was first drawn to a few containers sitting on the counter. Luckily, they were just containing the food that Ryan had brought over that didn't need to be refrigerated because she opened one of them out with no consideration to whose it actually was. "Ooh! I told you Ryan was going to bring us the Thanksgiving food, Kay! Look, he brought our cupcakes back. Oh no... a little bit of the frosting got messed up but that's okay, they still look good. Did you have a cupcake yesterday at Cara's house, Kacey? Me and Makayla made them, remember?" She was already licking the icing off of one of the cupcakes when she recalled that Kacey had been offering lasagna to her and Makayla. Holly had never had lasagna before. There were financial restraints that kept she and Makayla from splurging on meals that weren't very basic, but aside from that, Holly was just a picky eater. She was happy having macaroni and cheese or grilled cheese sandwiches every night for dinner. She had grown up being treated like she was lucky to be able to have even the most basic foods, so she had simply never acquired a taste for anything more. Lasagna wasn't caviar, but it was still something that would never have been offered to her back at home, and it wasn't likely that Makayla would spend money on its ingredients and spend the time to cook it either, especially knowing Holly's tastes. She stepped closer to where it rested on the table and looked at it inquisitively, and a second later decided that it didn't look bad, and it certainly didn't smell bad either, but she still wasn't sure if that meant that it was good enough to actually eat. "What's inside of this? Why didn't you make mac and cheese? That's my favorite." Holly said as she stepped back. She was still undecided on whether this was something that she could eat or not, so for now, her cupcake would have to do.

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"Oh, no, it's okay. I don't want to eat your food. I'll just make her something quick and be out of the way," Makayla answered instantly when Kacey offered the food. She didn't not want some, but she also wasn't comfortable with accepting things from people. The pan definitely wasn't hers, but she wasn't sure if it was Chanel's, or something that their old roommate had left behind. Either way, she doubted that it was a big deal that Kacey was using it. "It's probably Chanel's, but I don't think she would mind you using it. She's really the best kind of roommate with stuff like that." Just in general, Chanel was a really good roommate. That thought would have been inflated by one thousand if Makayla knew what the girl had done for the night before, but even without recalling any of that, she knew that she was lucky to have had Chanel since she moved in. It wasn't like the girls were exceptionally close or Makayla used her as her confidant or anything. Really, she was sure that Chanel could have been that girl if she wanted it, since she did seem like a caring and supportive person, but Makayla was too closed off for that. She could still appreciate that Chanel was very tolerant of Holly's behaviors and didn't seem to openly hate the fact that she had gotten stuck with them as roommates. It was probably too early to tell, but Kacey wasn't seeming like such a bad roommate either.

Holly was still seated on the couch when Makayla glanced over, but rather than call her over once more, she decided to see what they actually had left for lunch. Every day felt like a year when they were out of their food benefits, and Holly being so picky made it even harder to get by when she didn't have that money to spend on the foods she liked. The amazing smell coming from the tray of lasagna made Makayla realize that she was more hungry than she thought she was, but she reminded herself that she couldn't accept handouts, especially when Kacey probably still thought she was crazy. She didn't want to be "that" roommate anymore than she already was, so she was even more relieved when she saw the containers in the fridge that hadn't been there earlier, and at the same moment, heard Holly exclaim that Ryan had brought back their cupcakes. It clicked that the containers of food were probably from him, and she pulled the one that had turkey in it out. Before she could tell Holly to stop eating the cupcake, she was talking to Kacey and further securing their spot as being the worst roommates of the apartment. She knew that Holly didn't mean any harm in anything that she said, but she also knew that not everyone knew that, and she didn't want Holly to give them a worse reputation than she felt they already had. "It has noodles, and cheese, and sauce and stuff in it, Holl, but that doesn't matter 'cause we're going to have turkey, kay? Put the cupcake down for now." The container looked microwavable and there wasn't that much food in it, so Makayla decided to put the whole thing into the microwave. Whatever Holly didn't eat, she would have. The lasagna definitely seemed better than leftover turkey but at the very least, Makayla reminded herself that she had no idea if she had even had turkey the night before, so she could pretend it was new food. Plus, it was free, and she was grateful for that. While the turkey was heating up in the microwave, she poured a conservative amount of lemonade into a glass and set it down on the table for Holly. The microwave beeped shortly after, and Makayla put the turkey on a plate, grabbed a fork, and set it down next to the lemonade. They didn't have any gravy, but again, she knew that she was in no position to complain and was sure Holly would rather it plain anyway. "You can finish the cupcake after you eat this," she said, although from the sight of the bare cake, she knew that the part that Holly liked about the cupcakes was finished already.

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Kacey busied herself with fixing her own meal while Makayla tried to set Holly up with leftovers from last night. The food the night before had been surprisingly good, and she was sure that her lasagna wasn't any five star meal, but she still felt like Makayla had only rejected her offer because she felt bad accepting anything, and not because she preferred sharing leftover turkey with her sister. She took the few minutes that the two got set up at the table by preparing her own meal, but also wondering if she should push her offer. Even just wondering it surprised herself because she wasn't the kind of person to really push any sort of interaction, and once again, there was the stark contrast of how she wanted to interact with Makayla now compared to the night before. By now, she could admit to herself that it was probably a physical infatuation for her, because she didn't know Makayla enough to even call it a crush. She was cute, Kacey's "type", if you will, and seeing her as a normal person, and not some incredibly intoxicated mess, allowed her to see that. Colton sitting across the room made her wary of making any sort of move, but he appeared to be lost in his television show (or more likely, his sandwich). Plus, when the hell had she ever given Colton's opinion the time of day?! That was all she needed to reassure herself that she wasn't acting too out of character, and when Makayla finished at the microwave, Kacey turned away from her preparation spot at the counter too and followed her towards the table. She set her plate of lasagna down, and sat down on one of the empty chairs.

"You guys mind if I eat with you? And girl, don't even tell me you're about to eat nothing when I have that huge tray of lasagna sitting over there. The Lord only knows that I do not need all of those calories in me, so seriously, you'd be doing me a favor by having a piece." From the little interaction she had had with Holly earlier that day, she was not all that enthused to be eating with her, specifically, but she and Makayla seemed to be a package deal, which was fine for now. She would do her best to be polite and humor the eccentricity of the girl if it meant that she got to figure out who Makayla actually was.