Ciara:...
Jake:... I can't believe it. He was actually seriously about this.
Kwan: But isn't this all weird?
Momo: Can I borrow that shampoo? My hair's been rough lately.
Ryan: You should try dying your hair too. How about blonde?
Hanley: Ew, do you have a 'blondie fetish' or something?
Ciara: Can you guys just... not for a second?! I'm really confused out right now!
I had no idea that that rude instructor was actually serious when he said that I should grow my hair! And why?! Why is MY hair important?! I glance at the bag of hair supplements and products in my hand again and sigh while the rest of the team peers into it, confused.
Kwan: So, what are you going to do with all this?
Ciara: I don't know.
Wait a second, he insulted me in the morning, I can prove to him that I'm actually serious about any task I take on if I take his words literally;... and work on my hair. Ugh, would you listen to me right now?! I sound insane!! But...
Ciara: I'm... gonna use these.
Jake: For real?
He looks at me doubtfully.
Ciara: That guy doesn't take me seriously, so I have to prove it to him that I can complete any task that comes my way!
Hanley: And you're going to do that by using the shampoo the receptionist gave you?
Ciara:....
Ryan: This is the dumbest thing ever.
Ryan says in a bored voice.
Kwan: My thoughts exactly.
Momo:...
I heave a sigh. What the hell is going on.... Marques, who had been silent this whole time, peers at my dejected face and speaks up.
Marques: Look, maybe he has a purpose for doing that; we can't just neglect that possibility. Maybe it's for a task that'll take place later.
Momo:... My feet are killing me. Can we get to our rooms? You had the keys right, Ryan?
Momo ignores Marques and looks at Ryan.
Ryan: Huh? Oh, yeah, here.
He holds out four pairs of keys. Marques, Momo.... They helped me out of the situation... A warm feeling spreads across my chest. It's been a long time since someone stood up for me like that. I mean the last time someone did that, they.... my parents, they... The warm feeling fades away and my heart feels heavy.
Momo: Alright then, we'll get going.
Ciara:...
Momo: Hey, Miss Daydreamer, wakey- wakey.
Ciara: Huh?
Momo waves her hand in front of my face and I snap out of my thoughts.
Momo: Weren't you listening?
Ciara: Um, to what?
Momo:... We're roommates. Here's your key.
Ciara: Okay.
I take the key from her and squeeze it in my palm.
Ryan: Ah, that makes Marques the loner.
Marques: Tch, who're you calling a 'loner'?!
Hanley and Ryan: You! You got no roommate, yeah?
Marques:... *sigh*
Wow, they were in perfect sync.
Kwan: Woah, are you guys twins or something?
Hanley and Ryan: How'd you know?
Kwan:... I was just joking...
Kwan mumbles something to himself. They're twins?! They don't look like each other though.
Jake: For real? Then why do you look so different and have two different surnames?
That's right, you can never pin them down as even brothers for that matter; they're polar opposites.
Hanley and Ryan: We're fraternal twins whose parents are divorced so, yeah.
Momo: Ugh, can you guys not speak in sync? It's annoying.
Momo speaks my mind.
Momo: I'm going to my room.
She turns to her heel and leaves.
Ciara: Ah, wait!
I quickly follow after her. Marques is right, what IF there is some reason behind all this? But the real question is.... Why me?