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Walking up the grimy stairs to your not-very-nice apartment you come to your front door and notice a pink piece of paper on the ground. You pick it up and in bold letters it reads "Eviction Notice".
"Oh god," you groan to yourself as you fumble with your key to open the door. Pushing the door open and plopping your bag down, you take the paper into your room and whip out your phone. Dialing Paige's number as you pace the length of the closet-sized room before sitting on the edge of the squeaky bed.
"Hey dude, what's up?" Paige asks as she picks up.
You sigh, "You're never gonna believe this."
She lets out a little laugh, "I don't know, you're always getting yourself into trouble this can't be anything new."
"I'm getting evicted," you say and take a pause before adding, "well not immediately but I got a notice today."
"Oh no y/n I'm so sorry is there anything I can do?"
You let air out of your nose in a light laugh before joking, "You could let me move in with you if you really want to help."
"Oh my god you're right! Why didn't I think of that!" Paige gasps.
"No no I was joking. I'm a big girl, I can find a new place that I can actually afford, that way I don't get kicked out."
She hums in agreement, "Well you better start looking right away, they usually only give you a week or so before givin' you the boot."
You agree with her and say your goodbyes before grabbing your laptop to start the search for a new apartment, praying you'll find something.
Four whole hours. You spent four hours searching the web for apartments and found nothing! Absolutely nothing. Nip. Nada. Zilch. I mean, how could there not be a single apartment in your price range? That just doesn't make sense. About to give up, you decide to check Craigslist one last time, hoping something new has been posted within the past hour. As you scroll past all the postings you've already seen one you haven't seen before catches your eye. Scrolling through pictures of the roomy, clean loft you scroll down to read the description.
"Please, please let this place be in my price range," you whisper to yourself. Reading the description it says rent is $1,100 a month. Much more affordable than your current place and much nicer looking. This isn't a scam, right? There's gotta be a catch, but as you continue to read you don't see anything sketchy. In fact, whoever made this post really knows how to sell things and appeal to people, using words like sun-soaked and beige-y. As you're about to contact the email linked to the ad you see the catch, three other people live there. You would have three roommates if you lived there! It makes sense given the amount of rooms, but only one bathroom? You know what, it can't be that bad they're probably lovely people and based on the description you could only assume there's at least one woman living there. Deciding you have no other choice, given your current circumstances (i.e. your eviction), you write an email saying you would love to see the place. Hitting send, you feel relief wash over you.
You set your laptop to the side and lay down, "Everything will be okay, you'll get the room and it'll all be okay." Then you fell asleep, excited for tomorrow.
You're awoken by the sound of your alarm mixed with car horns and peoples voices from the street down below. You turn off the alarm and quickly get out of bed to get food. Shuffling towards the run down kitchenette you realize your low on food and settle for an apple. Sitting on your old, thrifted couch, you scroll through your email to check if you have any replies from jobs you've applied for. There aren't any emails regarding your current employment status but there is an email about the loft. You open it and it reads that they would love to meet you and for you to see the loft. Score! Nothing could bring down your mood right about now. Not even your stupid landlord who's evicting you. You cut your mini celebration short and respond back confirming a time and date. After a few more back and forth emails you've confirmed that you'll go over tomorrow to meet the roommates and check out the loft (and hopefully sign a lease). Now to restart your celebration you give Paige a call to tell her your good news.
You wake up before your alarm, something that rarely happens, but given your excitement and the amount of adrenaline pumping through your veins. Eager to leave the house you throw on a pair of striped jeans, a white crop top, and some white sneakers. Once again grabbing a piece of fruit for breakfast, this time an orange, you sit on your couch and grab the book you're currently reading, The Elegance of the Hedgehog. The whole reading thing helped pass time better than you thought it would. Before you knew it, it was 4 pm and time for you to head over to the loft. The walk from your apartment in Pioneer Square to Belltown, where the loft was, took about half an hour so you listened to your audio book on the way. You finally make it to the building and buzz in. They almost immediately let you in and you jump into the elevator, pressing the button for the 4th floor. As the elevator makes its way up you nervously fidget your hands. What if they don't like you? What if you don't like them? What if they're old men? What if... You lose your train of thought when the elevator doors open. You exit the elevator and turn to the right, seeing the door that says 4D on it. Approaching the door, you knock three times and wait. The door opens and your mind goes blank.
"Hey, you must be y/n l/n, from craigslist. I'm Ben, we've been emailing about the open room," says the gorgeous man in front of you.
"Um..yeah that's me. Nice to meet you," you abruptly hold out your hand for him to shake, which he does.
Opening the door so you can come in he asks, "So are you new Seattle?"
"Uh, n-no, I'm not. Just trying to find a new apartment," you laugh nervously, "I got an eviction notice two days ago from my current landlord so I'm kinda desperate right now if I'm being honest. I normally wouldn't go through Craigslist to find a place to live, uh, no offense, but that was my last hope this time."
"Yeah I get that, our old roommate just moved out to live with his boyfriend and the three of us can't exactly pay rent on our own so we're a bit desperate too," he says as he scratches the back of his neck. "Anyways, you can have a seat over here, my brothers should be out soon," he lets you know as he leads you to a seat in the living room area. As you gaze around the apartment you take note of the open layout before you're brought out of your day dream by two other people coming into the room. When you look at them you can't help but gape. They all have the same face.
The blonde one makes his way over to you with an outstretched hand, "Hi, I'm Matt," he smiles as you shake his hand. The third brother with black hair walks past you and sits down on the couch next to Ben. "And that's Kylo," Matt says nodding back towards his brother then looks back at you and whispers, "sorry about him, he's a little anti social." You retake a seat in the armchair diagonal to the couch and brothers.
Ben breaks the silence, "So you know rent is $1,100 already and you would have your own room but there is only one bathroom. The neighborhood is pretty safe and all that stuff. Do you have any questions for us?"
"So you're...triplets?" You ask, unsure.
Ben and Matt exchange a look before saying, "Yeah we probably should have given you a bit of a heads up."
"That would’ve been nice, would've saved me the shock," you laugh, "Do you think I could see the room?"
They lead you to the room and Matt speaks up, "You're lucky, this is actually the biggest bedroom in the loft, and you'd be paying the lowest rent."
"I would? I can pay the same amount you guys are paying. It's really no problem."
You hear a deep voice scoff then say, "Really? It doesn't seem like you can, I mean you got kicked out of your last apartment right?"
"Kylo," Ben hissed as he elbows him in the ribs before Kylo turns around and walks out of the room, "sorry about him again, I don't know what's up with him he's usually polite."
"It's fine, really, I actually would love to sign the lease if you guys are okay with it," you say with a smile.
"That would be great! I think you'll fit in really well here," Matt says with a contagious smile.
Suddenly Kylo walks back into the frame of the door and harshly says, "Ben, Matt, loft meeting, now!"
Ben and Matt give you a sympathetic look and say they'll be right back before leaving in the direction Kylo went. After nearly ten minutes they all walk back into the room. Matt and Ben have satisfied smirks on their faces while Kylo has an annoyed expression.
"Welcome to the loft!"