Another World

“How can you still not get it?” Desiré exclaims. “I’ve explained everything three times now! The machine pulled us out of our dimension through the cracks that were created from our dimension being crushed! Then they have an extra lens over their eyes because when they were evolving from monkeys, a disaster happened which caused the area they lived in to become a desert. The lens protected their eyes from the wind, sand, and sun. They are more intelligent than us because they evolved like that to survive. What’s not to get, Victoria!”
“Well I’m sorry!” the blonde exclaims back.
“Would you guys shut up!” Brandon yells. “We just lost everything we know but each other. We need to get along! You’re making Diana more upset!”
“Everyone’s fighting,” the strawberry blonde cries, “and these all white clothes are so ugly.”
Before Des and Victoria can start up again. They hear a knock on the door. Carrie gets up off the tan couch and answers the door of her apartment. Outside is a mysterious black man with large ears. Carrie notices that his eyes are not glazed over.
“Could you keep it down?” he asks. “I can hear you, and I live on the floor above you.”
“Sorry ‘bout that,” the tall blonde says. “My sister and her stepsister are arguing. I’ll tell them to shut up.”
“Why don’t I have a word with them?”
“Um, go ahead.”
The stranger steps inside and walks in between the two girls. “Don’t yell at each other. You need to talk things out and compromise. When you argue, it makes it harder for everyone to do their job and get things done. You girls are lucky to have each other. You have each other. You have to get along.” With that, he left.
“You know what, he’s right,” Des says. “I’m sorry for getting frustrated.”
“I’m sorry too.”
“What the hell?!” Brandon exclaims with his arms in the air. “That’s exactly what I told you guys!”
Des chuckles. “Yeah, but you’re a ginger and he is a good speaker.”
“And white guys are boring,” Diana sobs.
“Amen to that,” Stella smirks.
“You and your lesbian ways,” Des says. “I approve.”
“So Mom,” the black haired tomboy speaks to Carrie, “are you working tomorrow?”
“Yeah,” Carrie answers. “I think we all are.”
“Hey Brandon,” Des says.
“Yeah?”
“Why didn’t you tell me that you were having the same kind of dreams as me? We’re best friends.”
Brandon frowns in his mind from the comment but chuckles out loud. “Well, I don’t think you would have believed that I was ‘soul traveling’ here. I mean, I am a ginger.”
The group chuckles from his joke even Diana. She stops sobbing and wipes the tears away. Perhaps things won’t be so bad. They are alive after all, and who knows what great things this world contains. There might be a bunch of cute guys. With that thought, a small smile appears on her face. Yeah, perhaps this isn’t going to be so bad after all.
Out of nowhere, they hear knocking on the door again. They have no idea who it could be this time. Carrie opens the door to find two attractive guys.
The taller one of the two is lanky with dark brown hair that has curls. His eyes are green on the verge of becoming teal. His outfit consists of a beanie atop his head, a white T-shirt, really tight skinny jeans, and leather ankle boots.
The other guy is muscular with brown hair that is shaved on the sides and with a quiff. His eyes are brown, and he is wearing a plaid button-up shirt with a white tank top, dark skinny jeans, and basketball sneakers.
“Hello!” the taller boy greets with a British accent just like everyone else from this dimension. “My name is Harry, and this is Liam. What’s your name?”
“Um, Carrie...”
“Hello Carrie! Can we come inside and say hi to everyone?”
“Um, why?”
The lanky boy, Harry, pushes past her and into the apartment with Liam behind him. Everyone puts their attention on them but Cassandra, who keeps her attention on the window. Des looks at Carrie, who simply shrugs.
“Hello everyone! My name is Harry, and this is Liam. We’re your neighbors!”
He eyes Cassandra, runs over to her, and gives her a hug from behind. Her aqua eyes go wide, and she turns around to face the stranger as soon as he lets go. Nobody touches her. Nobody! Her best friend, Victoria, doesn’t even try!
“You’ve got a nice arse!”
“What the fuck!” Victoria exclaims before going over to the tall brunet and slapping him across the face. “What do you think you’re doing?!”
“I was just giving her a hug...”
“No one touches her! Look what you’ve done!” She points to Cassandra, who looks like a deer in the headlights.
“I’m sorry...”
“You’re sorry!”
“Victoria, shut up!” Des shouts. “He didn’t know!”
“I don’t fucking care that he didn’t know! He hugged her and then complimented her butt!”
“Everyone, shut up!” Carrie yells. “Victoria, don’t get pissed off because he didn’t know, and Des, you know how she’s protective!”
Both girls mumble, “Sorry, Mom.”
“Wait, did you call her ‘Mum’?” Harry questions. “Liam’s like our dad. Oh, and I really am sorry...”
“Cassandra,” Stella answers for the shy girl.
“I’m sorry, Cass.”
Victoria’s face turns red with anger, and her nails dig into her palms. Her name is just Cassandra, but she doesn’t lash out. There has been enough yelling for the day. There doesn’t need to be anymore.
“Well, it was nice meeting her girls and guy,” Liam finally says. “It’s about time that we head to work.”
“But we don’t know all of their names yet!” Harry complains like a child.
“I’m Desiré Parker. The blonde, Carrie, is my sister Carrie Osborne. The black haired girl is Stella Thompson, and the strawberry blonde is Diana Walker. The ginger is Brandon Taylor, and the girl with the nice ass is Cassandra Pickens.” Victoria sighs from the comment about her friend’s ass.
“Well, thank you Ms. Parker. Liam, let’s go to work. We’ll see you later.” They leave,
The group stare at each other. What have their lives become? It’s not even 1 o’clock yet...

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