A/N: Idk what to do with this book due to the fact that the main plot has already been played through, so this chapter or the next may be the last. I'll make an author's note announcing it! Sorry ~Car

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L A U R A N C E ' S        P O V 

A     F E W       W E E K S      L A T E R . . . 

   I was at a local coffee shop, minding my own business when suddenly there was a light tap against my shoulder. 

   I turn my body, an eyebrow raised. "Are you in need of a house of your own?" He asked. I groaned, "I'm not interested." I grumbled, my back now to him. 

  "Are you sure?" The advertiser questioned, not leaving my side. He was looking over my shoulder, "Positive." I stated.

   "Well," He placed a little piece of paper on my keyboard, "Here's my card in case you change your mind!" The male bounced away, going off to pester other innocent customers.

   As he walked off, I swiped the card off of my keyboard. I stopped, "The Phoenix Brothers. . ." I muttered, putting the card in my electronic's bag.

   After that, I continued to work like normal. Work, work and more work.

T I M E S K I P 

A     C O U P L E     H O U R S    L A T E R . . . 

   "Garroth!" I called out, rushing into his apartment. I found the blonde on the couch, engulfed in his phone.

   "Garroth!" I repeated, him not bothering to look up, "Pay attention to me! I have news!" I exclaimed.

   He finally tore his gaze away from his phone (one I physically took it out of his hands). I was about to start speaking, when suddenly my eyes started reading the text conversation. What? I can't help it! I'm a nosy person.

Vylad: Garroth, I don't know what to do. 

Vylad: I'm panicking.

Garroth: Calm down, it's going to be fine.

Garroth: What happened?

Vylad: It's Dante.

Vylad: We got back together and I don't know what to do.

Garroth: Well, that's great! What's the matter?

   Vylad was still typing, "Hey! Don't read that!" Garroth told me, trying to get his phone back. "I can just, uhh. . . Tell you later." I said, handing it back and stepping back. It was obvious that he and Vylad were about to have a serious conversation. One I didn't need to interrupt or be apart of.

   Garroth's phone dinged, "No, you're already here. What's the news?" He asked. I gulped, "Well, I found a realtor. I might finally be out of your hair." I informed.

   The blonde blinked, "You're not a bother." He started, "Why would you ever think that?" Garroth questioned, "I-I never said I was a bother! I just said that I'll get out of your hair!" I assured quickly.

   "That's the same thing, but with different wording." He reminded. I mentally facepalmed at myself, "Well, I don't know! I just found a realtor so I wasn't in your hair all the time."

   "That's great. . ." He said artificially, "Well, I'll leave you alone now, I guess." I smiled nervously, a wavering chuckle leaving my mouth.

   My feet took me a couple steps back. The blonde took a quick glance at his phone, then looked at me, "We'll talk more about this later, okay?" All I did was nod in response before rushing off and leaving him alone.

   He was talking with Vylad about Dante and like I said, I don't need nor want to be apart of that conversation. It's none of my business.