Lizzie's POV

I made it to LA last night and literally crashed on the furniture already in the house because i was so tired.

I woke up because i heard music playing outside, guessing its from my neighbors but i'm honestly too lazy to go look.

I still need to go to my car and get my bags out because my dumbass didn't do it last night.

I get out of bed and realize i'm literally in nike pros and a crop top and hesitate to go outside because it's a bit showy but i really just want to get this done and over with.

I walk outside and see it was my neighbors blasting music and see 2 boys working out, i try to ignore it but they're fit. i cant see their faces, just their backs.

i decide it's best if i don't make a creepy first impression to my neighbors so i just do what i need to do and get my bags, which wasn't successful.

they're fucking HEAVY. what the hell did i pack? 3 whole ass bodies? it didn't feel this heavy to me yesterday.. but then again i did make my brother put them in my car and i just put my small one in.

i think for a second if i should ask the boys but i really don't want to talk to them looking like this. but my little ass really can't carry these bags myself. So i do what any normal 18 year old girl would do.

Run inside and look at the nearest mirror and fix my hair enough so i don't look like it a serial killer.

I go back outside and go to their garage. They're all facing me and holy shit. they're hot.

"um hi" i say and smile

"hi sweetheart" one of them say getting up from the bench his was working out on

"i'm your new neighbor and i can't get my bags out my car and hoped one of you guys could help me?" i say hopeful

"blake and i can help you, i'm bryce by the way" the shorter one says

"thank you! i'm lizzie" i say smiling at them both

they walk with me and when they see my car they freeze.

"nice car" blake says

"it's just a range rover nothing special really. but thank you" i say shrugging my shoulder

"just a range rover? you must be getting a bag" bryce says as he chuckles

"me? no haha. it was a graduation gift from my parents" i say turning to them

"that's nice" they both say and help me with my bags.

they get them into the house as if i had nothing in them but a piece of paper.

"so if you're not making a bag, how are you affording this sick house" bryce says looking around

i clear my throat, "it was my grandparents' but they passed a few years ago and my parents didn't know what else to do with it until i started my singing career and they told me i could have it"

"i'm sorry about your loss" blake says putting his hand on my lower back

"blake we just met her watch your hands" bryce says, making me chuckle

"so if it's just you two boys in that house, how could you afford it?" i ask

"oh god no. we have a whole group of guys with us. they're just somewhere else in the house, you could come meet them if you want oh but to answer you're question we do youtube" bryce offers

"maybe later, i need to unpack. but thank you for helping me" i say smiling at them as they nod and head out