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“That fucking ass that Trinity is talking to.” He pushed up off the couch and stalked across the yard.
The guy smirked as he caught sight of an angry Angel.
Okay, so muffin man clearly wasn’t in his personality trait if he enjoyed getting a rise out of Angel.
“Back to the important topic at hand.” Beck slapped his hands together before rubbing them like he was about to share some world dominating plot. “We’re doing this, right? We’re going to move out. Move in together?”
Beck twisted his body so he was equally facing all of us.
“Wasn’t that the plan?” Thatcher asked, shifting to be more included in our circle.
“I don’t think we’ve actually all had a conversation about it,” I said, scratching my chin. My palms started to sweat. What if Astrid wasn’t ready to have four live-in boyfriends?
She already lived with one, but that was different than living with four young, probably gross, guys. Actually, none of us were too bad. We’d just have to do a better job of putting the toilet seat down. No, we should get a place where she could have her own bathroom.
I could get her a nice toilet seat warmer.
“Why are you smiling again?” Rhys broke into my musings.
“Huh? Oh, sorry. Graduation, it’s messing with my mind.” I couldn’t help grinning wider. “I’m in. I can start compiling places with five bedrooms, check the rent. Work some spreadsheets.”
“I’m in.” Beck smiled.
“Me too. I don’t know why this is even a discussion. Even if we haven’t said the words, this has been what we’ve been working towards for months.” Thatcher rolled his eyes. “And when I go on long distance jobs, I expect you to go with me too.” He gave Astrid a pointed, loved up look. “How cool would it be for you to document my art progress?”
“I love it. No way any of you guys could keep me from tagging along and taking pictures. I love people, but no one is as fun to shoot as you guys,” she said, hooking an arm around Rhys’ neck.
“You don’t want to focus on your own art, baby?” Rhys nuzzled the side of her head before kissing her temple.
Hockey star Rhys. The aloof, distant school god. A snuggler. I almost laughed again.
She shrugged. “I will. I’ll always keep working on it. And I want to study photography. But I love the candid shots the best, and what better way to broaden my horizons than traveling to different places with you guys?”
“She’s got a point.” Beck finished off his beer and tossed it into the trash can a few feet away.
“Alright. Let’s do this.” Rhys said.
There, in the back of the local motorcycle club, we cemented our plans and our future together. We were going house hunting.
As a quintet.
“What you’re saying is, you don’t like the old Victorian.” Thatcher slapped me on the back as we walk down the street of residential homes.
Because Astrid, Jonah, and I would be attending DU, we were trying to stay as close as possible. And with five incomes, we’d be able to afford something better than the cheap apartments Thatcher currently lived in.
They didn’t have five bedrooms there anyway. No apartments did. We were stuck with actual house hunting. But I was fine with that. I’d like to have a little space from my neighbors.
“I didn’t say I didn’t like it. Just that it reminded me of my dad.” I didn’t like it. Even though it was old and in need of a few cosmetic updates, it screamed money. Someone who was very affluential probably owned it before that part of town went downhill.
“Beck didn’t like the bungalow. Jonah didn’t like the concrete house that was super cheap,” Thatcher continued, ticking off his fingers.
No one liked the concrete house. Thatcher only added it to the list because it was well below budget and we could have moved in right away.
“What you’re saying is, we all have different tastes,” Astrid huffed as she adjusted her floppy hat and sunglasses. Like any other Colorado day, the sun was beating down on us with its dry heat.
“Bet you didn’t account for that in your spreadsheet, did you little brother?” Beck roped an arm around Jonah’s neck and gave him a noogie.
Shoving him away, Jonah flattened down his hair. “How was I going to know Thatcher’s preset list of houses were in barely gentrified neighborhoods? Isn’t that what we’re trying to get away from? I figured out the rent we could afford based on our pay at the shop. Why are we looking at these places?” He scrunched up his nose as we walked to the next house.
