sell your soul, not your whole self.

Ever since the situation occurred with Grace, Brandon had been trying his hardest to keep himself busy. Despite him being in the wrong, and although he had put up a facade which showed how lightly and carefree he is about it, the twenty-three year old male was in fact going through hell. He was in great and desperate need of distractions, and with the guilt and the pain he had inflicted on his first proper girlfriend, his thoughts just wouldn’t leave him alone. He had thought though day and night; and at times was near to being honest with himself – but he was still itching for something to block everything out. In his mind, he didn’t need any of this; commitments were never thing – whether the reason behind it was out of fear, or priorities, Brandon once again reminded himself what it was that brought him to Los Angeles. He was meant to succeed here. He was meant to return home and hopefully work his way up to the top to not only earn for his family, but built their home with more stable roots.

Brandon sat on his couch with a glass of poison placed in front of him; the strong taste of liquor burning his throat as he sat there taking in the music he had decided to blast on full volume. It was either burying himself with work, or finding more to earn; but as of right now, he wanted time off. The silence however was haunting him slowly earlier; his relationship with it was a confusing one – one minute he loves it and the next, he hated it for inviting his toxic thoughts. The brunet’s brows cocked upwards as he heard a soft knock coming from the door; his lips on the other hand, couldn’t help but tug to the side, pulling a rather cheeky grin. It was predictable as to what was going to happen – it wasn’t as though this was the first time; and how convenient – it might not have been intentional in pissing his dear neighbour off, but he found pleasure doing so. Brandon minimized the volume just a a few bars down – it was still blasting around him but he didn’t really care.

“15C,” he addressed the girl with a smug look on his face, pulling the door just a few angle as he stood in between the gaps. “What brings you here?”

Olivia kept her hands on her hips, being sure to not break eye contact with her noisy neighbor. “14A..” She quickly scanned him up and down, and it’s as if he had gotten more good looking than the last time she saw him. But now was no time for flirting, his music was so loud she could feel the vibrations from her room. “How have you not gone completely deaf from your music? Because I’m pretty close to it.” She raised her eyebrows while looking up to him. The situation was kind of nice though, Olivia was in need of some company though she wouldn’t admit it to anyone. Ever since moving to LA, she’s been kind of lonely, turns out not everyone is as easy to boss around like back home. And the fact that this complex wasn’t as nice as her parents told her it was didn’t help either, she mostly found herself in a coffee shop in a nice part of town until she’s forced to leave and go home. It wasn’t the nicest place she had ever lived in but Olivia made it work.