David's P.O.V.

"AahHhHgHG! Baby, I'm freaking out!" Heath yelled loudly in my ear.

I winced, pulling the phone away from my head. "What's up?" I asked, "You probably woke up Russia with that scream."

"BABY! I have a roommate!"

I raised my eyebrow, even though he couldn't see it over the phone. "Didn't you tell me this earlier? Did he die and you got another roommate?"

"Nah, David. I googled him - making sure he wasn't a murderer, of course - and realized he was famous. Well, not as famous as you or Liza, but as famous as me!" Heath said excitedly, his words laced with a faint accent.

"Hi, Heath." Alex said, walking into the room, a cup of Apple Cider Vinegar in hand. "Your voice is really loud."

"See? You're not on speaker and Alex can hear you, an-"

"Got to blast. See you." Heath cut me off, hanging up.

I rolled my eyes at my phone, which now just showed Heath's contact number. A smiling picture of Heath was circled right beside his name as I turned my phone off. Heath's roommate is a YouTuber... interesting.

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