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A light skinned guy stood in front of me. His blond dreadlocks were peeking through out of his black hat. His squared jaw was clenched with embarrassment.

"Is their something you need or..?" I asked.

His face brightened with an idea. He held one hand on his baseball cap and another one he kept dead pointed at me. He took off his hat and let his dreadlocks fall onto his head. He pointed at his hair before back at me.

"What was taking off your hat supposed to do?"

"Oh. Don't you know?"

"Know what? I didn't know we we're playing charades." He looked over at Mrs. Reed. He then pointed at my shirt. I looked down at the band. "What about my shirt?"

"Take a closer look at it, sweetheart." I squinted at my sisters shirt and noticed him on it. My face flushed and I looked at him.

"Oh my god." I covered my face and placed a hand on my hips. I peeked at him and he had his confident aura back on. Lydia wouldn't stop talking about this idiotic group...

How could I forget the group my sister constantly shoves in my face. The posters in her room, tHE MURCH.

'How do I tell him that I'm not his fan...'

He kept that smirk on his face but after I wasn't screaming and running up to hug him, he frowned.

"What's wrong?" He asked and removed my hands. "This isn't a dream, you've the one and only Zion Kuwonu."

"I'm..you're mistaken. I'm not a fan of you guys. This is my sisters shirt, she's a huge fan of you guys." He slowly nodded his head and smiled.

He asked me. "What about you?"

"What about me?" I picked at the shirt. I knew he was going to ask me if I stan them, and the truth is that I really don't. They annoy me so much but I didn't want to call it out to him face to face.

"Are you a fan?"

"Should I be?"

He let out a laugh and looked back at me. "Yes."

I leaned back against the washing machine and crossed my arms. "Alright then, tell me some reasons why."

"Were hot."

"Goodbye." I joked and pushed the rest of the clothing into the machine. He wined and pulled on my arm.

"Alright, alright. For one, We practice for hours to make our music videos and concerts great. We're kind hearted and-" he pulled out some quarters and started the machine for me. "-we're gentlemen."

"Thanks for the free wash, I'm joking but I really can't let you pay for me." I held out my hand with the change I was going to pay with. He lightly pushed my hand back.

"It's alright."

"It's really not."

"Alright, tell me why not."

He leaned onto the machine and grinned at me. "Your a stranger to me and I'll feel guilty that I let you pay for me."

"We'll, what if we're not strangers anymore."

"We're not friends."

"God dam." He went blank face. "How about you give me a chance. I show you why you should be a fan."

I thought about it. "Two weeks."

"Deal, I'll make you fall for us faster then you'll think."

"In you're dreams."

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