[Dylan]
I couldn’t help but stare at Samara. She was an interesting person, and she was beautiful. However, a part of me was itching to get back to my brother.
“Are you looking at me?” Samara suddenly questioned and I frowned.
“Sort of,” I said. “I’m kind of in my head at the moment,” I explained.
“Ah, ok…so…what are you actually doing here?” she then asked.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, you haven’t gotten a job, and as far as I know you don’t leave the apartment…are you even looking for a place?” Samara turned off the TV as she fired her questions my way. I wasn’t even surprised. While I had made a point of buying some stuff for the house, I was basically freeloading off my mate and her best friend.
“Um…yeah…about that. I don’t think I’ll be here for much longer,” I said as casually
