David went to Dannys room and saw Phil. "You need to die." he mumbled at the fish. He could have sworn the fish mouthed 'fuck you' to him but glared at it and got a cook book danny wanted him to get while Danny was downstairs.

Quelden finished his packing as slowly as possible, determined to avoid conversation with anyone else in the house until he felt certain that it was necessary.

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||Oh my goddd, I don't feel like posting >:[ ||

Celeste glanced at Selene and Claire, whom where obviously busy with their homework. "Girls I have an idea that doesn't involve wasteing out Saturday with homework." She said before turning back to look out the window. "What's that?" Selene asked timidly, knowing that Celeste's ideas were usually strange. "Well...We could go see the neighbors. They have a new roomate." She said and heard a book snap close. Claire jumped up and threw her closed book to the side. "No homework? Yipee! I am in!" She said grinning sheepishly but frowned seeing the look on Selene's face. "I don't think so Celeste Claire is already failing..." Claire sighed a soft sigh but then cheered right up when seeing Celeste shrug and point. "Come on with or without you Selene, we are going." She said opening the door and pulling her hood over her head. "Fine come on Claire." Selene said before shaking her head seeing her younger sister was already out the door and halfway across the lawn. "Pull your hood up before you get sick!" Selene ordered and Claire did as instructed.

"You sure? Danny is a great cook." he said making sure. "Well if you change your mind just come downstairs and we will make you a plate okay?" he told him grinning as he let him be. He went downstairs and sat on the couch turning on the tv.

Danny came back and put up the groceries. He went upstairs and feed his fish, Phil. Danny didn't know why but David thought it was evil and saying it always stared at him. Danny went back downstairs and starting making dinner.

Quelden stepped into the room and let his suitcase down on the bare mattress. Looking back to David, he smiled and decided to shrug his accent off. He felt extremely unconcerned about where this guy was from, and where he planned on going. Of course he'd find out eventually, but why ask questions with answers you don't care to know?

'Southern Hospitality..' he thought to himself with a slightly audible snicker.

"Well, thanks. Should probably start unpacking now. I don't think I'll need dinner" his words were rushed and impatient, and he hadn't glanced up from his suitcase while he'd spoken.

"Last door upstairs on the left." he told him grinning. "Hey me and Danny are about to make dinner want some?" he asked turning to him. Danny just nodded in agreemen and took his reading glasses off. "I got to go to the grocery store anyways." Danny said writing some things on a piece of paper. He handed him a pen and the paper telling him to write the things he want. He grabbed the list afterwards and left.

"Here I'll show you to your room." he said leading him upstairs. He opened the door and let Quelden in. "Here ya go." he said in a country accent

"Not exactly.." Quelden let his voice trail off as he explained without words, simply lifting his suitcase into a position where David could see it. "This is it." He said, shrugging as he brushed past him into the house.

He nodded towards Danny, who was apparently David's brother.. or whatever as far as he knew. "S'alright. I'm not much of a talker myself. Now which room's mine?" he asked, glancing around aimlessly.

He smiled back and shook his hand. "Nice to meet you." he said "Do you need anyhelp bringing stuff in?" he asked. His brother came down and David explained it was the roomate.

Danny looked at Quelden and nodded. "Hey." he said quietly. "He isn't much o a talker." David said laughing abit. "Thats Danny though." he looked at his brother and looked at Quelden.

Quelden lifted an eyebrow and examined David. He wasn't ever good at analyzing or reading people, but he could usually get a pretty accurate personality guess. That wasn't the case this time.

Nodding slowly, he slipped his now closed umbrella underneath his arm and extended a hand towards David, offering a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Quelden Radclint." he explained, shifting his weight nervously from one foot to another.

David looked at their new house apporovingly the day before and smiled as he helped his little brother. "We also have a roommate coming so don't take up too much space Kay Danny?" he told him as he carried a box inside. Danny just nod following him going inside the house. David went upstairs and picked he room and set his stuff down as he went to the car getting more of the stuff. He smiled to himself as he wonder who the new roommate was. 'It has to be a guy cause they said he...' he thought shrugging. 'Oh well we shall see." he walked indside done with the stuff in his room an started doing the kitchen and living room.

Danny picked out his own room and finished quickly since he had less boxes. He went downstairs to help his brother with unpacking and started workig in the living room. He bit his lip looking at what he dis and thought it was okay. "David I'm going to my room." he said walking upstairs getting a okay from david. He sat on his bed and began to read Socrates.

David heard the doorbell ring and went downstairs to answerr it. He opened the door to see a guy about his age. "Hey you the new roommate?" he asked leaning against the doorway. He looked at Quelden. "Im David by the way." he said

It was a rainy day and that is one thing that was despised in this house hold. Three girls lived under one roof and were in complete harmony. How does that happen? Simple, two are sisters and one is like a mother figure for the other two. Their ages are all separated by one year, but they get along just the same. All attend the same school and have since they were little so they always knew each other.


The oldest of the group was Celeste Black. She was a normal high school senior. She didn't have any sibblings. She had moved out of her home when she was sixteen and decided to live on her own. She had sucessfully lived on her own until she turned eighteen, when she was fired from her waitressing job at Ryan's. She put out ads all over town to see who would like to be her new roomate.



This is where Selene Swift came in. She was a normal high school junior except for the troubles she went through to get her kicked out of her home when she was mearly seventeen years old. She found the ad and already knew Celeste. She called the number and agreed to pay her half of the rent. Without a doubt, Selene had the spot in the household. Selene had one sister, a younger one by only one year. Her father had kidnapped her younger sister years ago leaving Selene all alone with her mother. Little did she know that she would soon be reunited with her sister and live with her.



Claire, on the other hand, was the youngest of the three. She had lived for fourteen years alone with her father, James Swift. He had taken care of her pretty well, aside from his random fits of rage. She was sixteen the say she found her sister. They in school but never put two and two together. They finally realized that they were sisters and Claire was as happy as can be. Her grades went up and so did everything else. She moved in with the other two a few months later.


Presently, Celeste and the two sisters, Claire and Selene, live together. They are the best of friends, more like sisters. They go to school together in the mornings and come home together afterwards. On this particular Saturday, they all stayed in doing homework because the weather simply held them from doing otherwise. They decided that later on in the day they all would make a trip to see their neighbors, just to cure their boredum.

Quelden had been parked in front of the house, eyeing it curiously as he listened to the sound of his stereo playing 1910 meshed together with the persistent pounding of the rain on his windshield. Well, although this may sound odd, he'd actually been sitting there for what seemed to be half an hour, thinking of what to say. How to act would be more specific. See, Quelden was always one to make a good first impression. And the one he wanted to give off this time was that he was a serious person. A student who is strictly work, and no play. For what reason, you ask? It's simple, Quelden just hasn't the time for friends. Getting a college degree isn't accomplished by making friends and partying. Especially not for a student like him, attending on a full scholarship. His behavior was the only thing guaranteeing him his classes, and that was something he'd like to take seriously.

Finally satisfied with himself, he pulled down the fold mirror and examined his appearance for once. Humming softly, he brought up and hand to arrange his hair in the way it should, but seldom did, look. "Twenty seconds 'till the last call..." he sang absently, straightening his tie. He'd just about lost himself in his own thoughts when a quick vibration coming from his pocket shot up his leg. Letting out a slightly aggravated groan, he reached into his pocket and retrieved the spastic cellular device just in time to answer on the third ring. Thank God for touch screens.. .

"Yes?" Quelden asked, holding the phone to his ear as his bored gaze shifted back toward the house. He heard paper shuffling in the background of the receiver and soon after, the clearing of a throat.
"Quelden Radclint?" a non-purposely loud voice answered.
"Who is this?"
"Doesn't matter. Correct me if I'm wrong, but you're about to become the roommate of two boys that you haven't met until this day."
"I'll have to correct you, I haven't met them yet. Is this some kind of joke? Aaron?"
"Not at all. I'll have to ask you a few questions, though. Think of me as the realtor around here."
"Alright then. Proceed." Quelden smirked and shifted down into his seat, preparing himself for this questionnaire of sorts.
"You're attending college, you have no criminal record, you have a well enough paying job for someone of your age, maturity is what you're shooting for, and you haven't had any brushes with drugs, alcohol, or any other illegal substances. This is all an assumption of course." More shuffling of papers..
"Well.. I wouldn't call this interrogation at all. I'm finding it hard to get a word in edge-wise."
"Be on your best behavior, kid." Muffled laughter came from his end.
"Will do, Prof."
"Good one. How'd you--"
"You're voice simply cannot be mistaken, Mr. Cole" Quelden cut him off, smirking.
"Ah.. P's and Q's, kid. P's and Q's"
"Got it."

A faint click, and a dead line. Quelden let out a sort-lived chuckle and reached for his very boring, very mature umbrella resting in the passenger seat. Not one to believe in such superstition, he opened the umbrella inside the car before stepping out. Wouldn't want to get even the slightest drop of rain on his perfectly ironed shirt. With long, quick strides, he was up to the door in no time. He reached out and, with a nervous hand, rang the doorbell.

"Home Sweet Home.."