Avery's POV
I quickly try and shove the food in my mouth and get this over with as soon as possible.
I don't look at any of the guys and don't say anything either.
I can hear most of them laughing and talking about different things together. I don't pay attention but it's probably things like girls and football I'm guessing. But I didn't know any of these boys so I had no right to go and judge them.
"You'd should introduce her to Avery." Callum says while shoving a giant piece of his dinner in his mouth leaving a piece next to his lip.
My head lifts as I hear my name make its way into their conversation.
"I don't know.." I say thoughtfully. "I'm not really one for friends." I tell them bluntly. I'm not sure who they were talking about but I didn't know if I'd like her. Or she'd like me. Maybe I'd find me another Mona and get lucky. Or maybe I'd find another Lilliana who'd stab me in the back.
I hear a snort and look to my left and see Keegan glaring at me. "She'd corrupt Sawyer." He states simply. I didn't say anything to that. He was right. I probably would.
"Don't be a dick, Keegan." Dawson says glaring back. My head turns to look at him so fast that I have to reach my hand up and rub my neck.
Was he...standing up for me? Did that mean we were friends or something now?
"Sawyers not like that anyway. She'd love to meet you Avery." Elliot says.
"God, you two are perfect for each other." My eyes widen as Victor actually contributes to the conversation. He was so quiet throughout dinner I actually considered that he'd left.
"You two are so alike, it's weird." Victor adds.
I guess Sawyer and Elliot were dating then.
The statement brings a wide smile to Elliot's face. His light blue eyes were sparkling with love and adoration as he most likely thought about her.
Without thinking my mouth opens and I surprise myself when words come out.
"You guys been together a long time?" I ask with a polite smile.
I was never one to start a conversation with someone. If I ever held one they'd have to be a hell of a kind person.
"A year on Christmas Eve." He says his smile widening to a full blown grin.
I'm quite surprised when I repeat the gesture.
***
It was Sunday now and apparently the boys had a tradition where they all did something together as a kind of family bonding thing. I thought it was cute that they were so close to each other and that they actually spent time together. That they actually loved each other. Even if they treated each other like shit sometimes, *cough* Keegan *cough*.
I decided to stay home. Even though Dawson threatened to kidnap me and Elliot gave this whole speech on how he and the rest of the boys genuinely wanted me to join them on their night out.
Axel said he'd flirt with me until I changed my mind but gave up when I said I'd kick him in the balls.
By that time they had to leave. And they did.
I hear a knock at the door and roll my eyes. I could stand up and abandon my baby Dean Winchester and have to put a bra on or I could act like no one was here.
I liked option number two much better.
I snuggle into the couch with my warm and fuzzy purple blanket covered in polka dots. I didn't care it probably looked childish. It was comfy and that's all that mattered.
They knock again.
And I ignore them. Again.
Until they knock a THIRD time. I groan and wrap the blanket around my shoulders so I didn't have to put that stupid bra on.
I grab the silver handle to the door and pull it open with a bit too much force that my arm popped slightly. God damn, that hurt.
I crinkle my eyebrows when I see the unfamiliar girl in front of me. Her long bleach blonde hair was in perfect waves. It made her large dark green doe eyes pop against her perfectly smooth skin. Her dark, plump, red lips pull into a smile that showed the perfectly straight white teeth underneath.
The girl gently placed a plate of cookies in my hands.
"Hi." She said quietly.
"Hello?" I question back. Who was she?
"I made cookies. They're chocolate chip. I figured you couldn't go wrong with a classic." The blonde said while intertwining her fingers together and swaying on the balls of her feet.
"True." I say looking down at the plate. The chocolate was warm and seemed to be gooey and still melting.
"But who are you?" I ask. My question started off neutral but as I continued to talk seemed to get defensive. I could tell from the widening of her eyes as well as the dropping of her hands. They immediately went to her hair. Nervous habit I'm guessing.
"Uh right. How..rude of me. I'm S-Sawyer." She stutters. "Elliot's girlfriend. He said you'd be here a-and that we should hang out since y-you're living with the boys now. You're Avery right?" Sawyer asked with worry as she seemed to think I was someone else.
Immediately my guard dropped. Sawyer seemed like a little cinnamon roll and I wanted to protect her from the world.
I smile gently at her and place the cookies on the crook of my elbow. I grab her hand and pull her in and shut the door behind her.
"Yeah, I am." I set the plate of cookies down on the coffee table with the rest of my snacks which probably made me look like a pig.
"Sorry for the mess..." I apologize. Something about Sawyer made me want to be as perfect as she was.
"I wasn't exactly expecting company..."
She laughed and grabbed a cookie. "Don't worry. You should see my flat. It's a disaster!" Sawyer says throwing her hands in the air to show how serious she was.
"Thanks." I say going to sit on one of the arm chairs. It's then I realize I'm in my blanket still without a bra.
"I'll uh be right back." I say quickly and rush to my room to get ready.
I toss the blanket off and change into a light pink crop top along with some light denim shorts and a grey sweater cardigan thing I stole from Mona since I was still fucking cold.
I look at my feet and see them barefoot which would probably be weird since the guys always wore shoes around here. No wonder the floors were dirty. But that was beside the point.
Grabbing my makeup I cover my lashes in mascara and fill in my eyebrows as well as add some random lipgloss.
I pull my messy light brown curls into a bun and pull a few strands out to frame my face and to look a little less like a 40 year old librarian.
I grabbed my white converse and tied them before running out and back to the living room.
I see Sawyer sitting in the same spot, munching on another cookie.
"Hey." I tell her once I turn the corner. "Sorry if I took a while. I wanted to be somewhat presentable." I say.
She chuckles.
"You looked cute before. Where'd you get your pajamas?" She asks enthusiastically. And just like that I fall into an easy conversation which had me laughing for hours.
***
I just remembered the video my friend sent me a while back at the top. It has nothing to do with the book but it's cute so why the hell not?