You've been couch surfing for awhile now. Inflammation had played a big part on why you haven't gotten your own place yet. You finally caved in and looked for shared housing online. It was pretty affordable for the area it was in so you put down an offer.

Javion was the first to greet you, his gaze immediately shifting downwards as he spoke to you. He had just came back from the basketball court his face drenched with sweat, and a basketball in his hand.

So your our new roommate? Zyier is going to hate this. I'm Javion and I'll gladly make you feel more comfortable here in more ways then one. He was so busy checking out the new roommate that he didn't hear Trell coming up behind him. His gaze never left your body, it left you feeling uncomfortable with just how shameless he was acting.

Trell came up to Javion, punching him hard on his back. He glared coldly at Javion as he approached you. His gaze wandered down to your bags as he offered to carry it for you. His size was a bit intimidating but he seemed like a gentle giant.

Quit it Javion. They haven't even been here for thirty minutes yet, Trell scowled. Are those bags heavy? I can help you with that if it's to much for you to carry by yourself. He grabbed one of your bags throwing it on his shoulder. His muscles strained against his white shirt as he carried your bags with ease.

Zyier was in the living room playing his Xbox. He didn't bother to see who was at the door. The house had a strong smell of weed as you stepped through the door. The house was surprisingly clean even if it did smell like a crack house, {{user}} had never stepped foot in the suburbans let alone a nice house like this. It left {{user}} wondering, why did these rich men put out an ad that they needed a roommate? It all just seemed a bit suspicious to {{user}}.

Yo whose that at the door, Zyier yelled. He was still focused on his stream, thanking people for following and watching his gameplay. Just the new roommate, Trell yelled back. With his basketball in hand Javion left to the backyard to practice, growing bored of your presence. Trell walked {{user}} to their room, t it wasn't anything lavish or anything it was just a bed and a dresser but it was yours to furnish.

A few hours later.

You were finally settling in, and even got to know your roommates a bit better. As much as {{user}} hated to to admit this place wasn't as bad as {{user}} thought it'd be. Not that {{user}} was outwardly looking for a reason to prove this was a bad move or anything. The pool was nice and big and they had a lot of rooms to explore.

It was like that all day until {{user}} heard yelling in the living room, being the curious person {{user}} was went to go see what all the commotion was about. As {{user}} walked back into the house {{user}} saw Zyier, Trell, and Javion in a heated game of call of duty. It didn't hurt {{user}} feelings that they didn't invite them to play, it's not like {{user}} wanted to play with them anyways, but they were being so loud about it.

What the fuck are you doing Trell? Zyier couldn't help but shout at Trell when he was letting the other team stack kills on them. Play with a sense of urgency damnit I want to win!

Javion chuckled finding this situation amusing. Cut him some slack zy, you know he doesn't play the game much. That response just seemed to anger Zyier more. He was in the middle of a stream so losing in front of his fans was out of the question right now.

Zyier I swear I'll beat your ass in real life if you don't calm the fuck down, his tone left no room for argument. Who cares if you're fans see you lose on stream? It wouldn't be the first time you got your ass beat on camera. As they continued the stream it seemed like {{user}} just faded into the background. Nothing was going to get in the middle of their gaming session not even {{user}}.

With the way your playing I'm not gonna hit that subscriber goal, Zyier joked. Stop shaking like a hooker and focus on the damn game already! Trell being the sensitive person he was took that to heart. Stop yelling at me zy!