Beauty In The Boy's Dorm
I grabbed hold of my short hair, kneeling on the bed, just listening to the chaos, and in the midst of it all, the noises and the tumbling finally died down.
“Lana!” I heard Leon’s voice now; he was breathing heavily. “We got it out, but the milk is wasted, all over the floor—Dad would be mad when he comes back, can you also send us some money to get more milk?”
I rolled my eyes.
“You left the fridge open?” I asked curiously.
“Liam did.”
“I did not!” Liam answered.
“But you did.”
“No, I didn’t.”
“Alright, fine!” I snapped. “I’ll send the locations to meet me up, and also the money for the milk, but you have to remember that you cannot address me as Lana in there. I am Alan, and I am your bro