A House With Heartthrobs (English Version)

“You’re the one I saw at the cafeteria!” said Latrelle.

My forehead furrowed. Is that him? His memory is very sharp. The first time you look at him, you will think he is a forgetful person.

“He loves porridge,” Jez said.

I turned my attention to the man who came out of the second floor of the house. He is wearing headphones and carrying a book-Harry Potter is the title as I see. Compared to them, I would say he’s the most handsome if only he does not look snobbish.

“T. H, Kaoree is our new housemate,” Latrelle said.

His cold eyes looked at me as I felt something in my stomach. His nose is beautiful because of its defined shape, his lips are red as blood, and the whole of her face is smooth. It looks like he’s a perfect sculpture of God.

“Ah. All right”, he said coldly without even looking into my eyes. He seems like he doesn’t care about the world.

“Just let it go. He is really like that.. By the way, Wyn will take care of you”, said Jez, so my eyes shine with excitement…

Flirty mode on when our eyes meet. The boss of his face! It was as if you would want to die if he were the angel you would see in heaven. But it is just a joke! I still want to live a long life. Long life. Long flirting.

“Come on. We’re going to the bedroom”, Wyn said, taking the stuff I was carrying that Jez had bought.

I almost dropped my jaw then blinked a few times.

“You have that side, Wyn?” Marcus giggled next to Latrelle.

“I hope I have the guts to,” the two laughed on their own jokes.

While this Jez looks like a crumpled paper face.

“Stop that nonsense. You Marcus, they said you’re not answering your Dad’s call.”.

Something suddenly entered my mind. What are they doing in this house? Why are they together here? Do they have the same issue as Jez?

“Ignore them. Come on”, Wyn said as he pulled me. I drifted to him. They were left talking to the offender.

My face seemed to heat up as I processed what had happened. His soft hand released my wrist, then scratched the back of his head. It was as if he was ashamed of what he had done.

“This is your room. I’m sorry. It’s small.”

I observed the entire room before I opened the window and tied the pink curtain. The calm Laguna De Bae can avidly see as the cold breeze caressed my skin. The sunlight from this room is less painful to look at as well.

Compared to my room in my previous residence, it was bigger. Even the bed; the moment I sat on, I felt that it was soft. The clothes pouch is big. I also have my own comfort room. It’s okay here.

All that is needed is a kitchen and television, and it could be a house. He put my things on the bed.

“Looks like you liked it,” he said as he closed one of the windows due to the strong wind.”It’s really nice here. That’s why I don’t want to leave this house,” The softness of his voice while telling me the story reminds me of a lullaby.

“Come on. Let’s go to the other room”.

The rooms are not very far apart, but there are two stairs-one on the left and right. When he opened it, it popped up with the Harry Potter posters on the wall. As well as costumes and paintings.

I would have held on to it so I could appreciate it more, but he stopped me.”Don’t. T. H. doesn’t like his belongings being touched. That’s his bag of dirty clothes. All you have to do here is sweep and mop the floor and then pick up the laundry. When changing the bed cover and pillow, ask for his permission first .”

The color of his entire room is blue. There is a desktop next to the bed. He also has a mini-library. The room is not messy, and it doesn’t look like a man owns it. Everything is organized, even his shoes. It is placed on the shoe rack based on its color.

A few seconds later, we were out. The next room screams pink like my bedroom twin. Tyra Bangs immediately opened up to me. I already know who it is. I gave him that frame when he debuted. I mean, that girl’s debut.

“Jez isn’t fussy about things. I know you know, don’t you, Miss Beautiful?”I looked at him in slow motion. “Huh?”

“You. Miss beautiful. Who else?” he said, laughing.

I look beautiful for him ?! Really?

I bit my lower lip. Trying to hide the blush on my face. Why, my gosh, Wyn! Don’t be like that. In the next room is …

“What is this smokey room? Choss! Smokey mountain?”

What about the paper on the floor? Shoes, as well as clothes, were scattered. My eyes widened with boxers near the bow of the bed.

Next to it are desktops and album shelves. I looked at that-pure Justin Bieber.”Here, you will have a hard time cleaning.”

He said as he scratched his head’s back. He slightly hid his friend’s boxers underneath. As if I hadn’t seen that.Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

“It’s just a little bit?” I said, laughing while scratching my head.

I smiled with footprints as I entered the bathroom.

“Whose is it?”

“To Latrelle. That’s really the one.”

He took a deep breath as if troubled by his own friend.

The next room impressed me. Nice! It looks like a collector.

Full frames with a variety of butterflies. There was also an old cassette next to his bed. The classic and the strength of nature in this room. Vintage matches. I examined the frames as closely as I could.

“Is that nice?” He questioned when he came beside me.

“Marcus likes to collect things like that. He inherited it from his father. He also likes to hike.”He picked up a photo album in the small drawer.

“This is our last hike. I think I’m still in senior high.”

They look cute, especially him. I can’t get to know them very well because they have different faces. Jez is also here holding a stick as if Latrelle is next to him, sitting on a big rock, and has a beautiful smile. They are five in the picture, including an older man.

“Who is this?” I pointed at the older man.

“That’s Marcus’s dad. I want to repeat that, but it’s blurry.”He put it aside when we finished looking.

Of course, the last room was his. This is the cleanest of all. My fingers hovered over its side table. There is not the slightest bit of dirt. He also has a mini library, but his collection is bibles and motivational books. His room is very white, not only because of its appearance but also because of his belongings. From the pillow to the curtain, everything is white. Wouldn’t it be difficult for me to do laundry when they were dirty?

“Do you like to read? I can lend you a book”, he said while taking some books.

“Not too much, but it’s good to read because it’s motivational and about God,” I said.

“Oh gosh!” I almost jumped in shock to see Jez standing in the doorway.

“What’s wrong with that?” He questioned. What the heck! Did he suddenly enter the conversation?

I approached him and pushed him away. “You’re ruining our moment!”

“Hey! I’m telling you. He is not into you, girl!”, He rolled his eyes.

Not far away. My gaze passed over the frowning T. H. Is he looking at me? Why does he seem annoyed? What could be the problem with him?