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xxxxThrough the dense thick pine woods and down the dirt road I expected it to open up to a single lonely house. Our new house alone in the vast woods. The path opened into a culdesac, where there were three houses. The clearing to the culdesac was much larger than you would have thought it to be. Down the center of the culdesac was a large white house with a gothic black gate, it looked out of place, a more feesable place to see it would be in Beverly Hills. It was huge! Not that my family couldn't afford it, it was just why would we need that much room?
xxxxThere were two other houses, one very old small looking house. It resembled a log cabin, but weren't there more of those up North than down here in the south? Either way, it was a creepy looking little shack. There was also a dark blue raised ranch, a more modern and calm looking house. There was a boat on the side of it, and I began to wonder if people lived there, or if the people that had had left the boat for us. Which one was ours? I searched for lucky house number 15, and spied it in a swirly curly Q writing on the white house in black iron. It seemed like a rather luxurious house compared to our old lush condo in Boston. We had recently redirected ourselves to middle of nowhere (New Bern) North Carolina. I was a city girl, definitely far from any red necks that lived down here. My family had only moved here because of my father's job, and unfortunately we'd be here for a while. This had led up from our sheik brand spanking new condo, to this huge house, which in any case was a rather large change.
xxxxI had heard that you could get more for your money down South with houses, but I hadn't thought of transiting to a huge house. My parents had claimed that they had a surprise for me, but I knew it was probably the house. Even though I'd been upset to move, now it was looking a bit better than before. The large mid-evil gate gave the house an old Victorian look and feel to it, but the house didn't look old at all. I could only be a few months old, maybe a year. Did we really need all of this space? There was only me, my two older brothers, mom and dad, plus grandma. I decided to finally take a look at the paper with all the statistics and directions and crap we had needed to get here.
xxxx6 bedrooms, 8 baths (6 full), large parlor, 3 fire places, 11,600 sq ft. GEEZ! We were definitely going to be the snobs of New Bern. Not that we weren't in Boston. I was pretty much flaunting my money when I had the chances. I went to a private school that only girls and boys with money could afford to go to. Of course, now that I was attending public school (because any private schools were about an hour or two drive; I hate how it now takes more then ten minutes to get somewhere and I can't just walk down the street to get deli. Down the street is into the forest for me!) that was going to be a huge conversion from my old school. This place was going to be empty when we got in, even with the furniture we had it was still going to be empty. I glanced back at the building, mom would have fun with the garden in the front. How could we afford this? Dad was a doctor, a plastic surgeon at that to be specific. I had been wondering why he'd been dragged down to hill billy land. No one could probably afford surgery down here anyways.
xxxxMom was a retired model for playboy. She acted more like a cool older sister than a mother, she stayed at home living off of dad's wealth. She was a warm, bubbly person who's pretty ageless face would make you smile. And not once had she ever cheated on dad, and the funny thing was she never seemed like she was going to. I mean I'm making the family seem bubbly happy, like nothing wrong ever happened, but the wrongness started with me and my brothers. I had to admit, I'm a b***h. Or at least I was up in Boston, I was hoping to start new. I'm the kind of girl who doesn't stand for disrespect, I'm fun like my mom, but I do have a short temper. No, I'm not a whore as much as I go out with guys, I don't go ******** everyone. Truth is, this blondey is still a virgin. But my man had long gone.
xxxxI had two brothers, one who I called the leech, twenty-one, no job, not in college. Once he'd screwed himself over with his scholarship for Yale for football, we were landed back with him. He did drugs, he still never got over it, so most of the time I spent nagging him when mom and dad weren't around. Telling him to get off his lazy a** and stop smoking joints. You know, he just thinks he can sit around until night time and then go party at clubs and get hung over. He had another thing coming, and his McDonalds was starting to catch up with his stomach. He was no longer the pristine football captain he had once been.
xxxxThen there was my other brother, Matt. He was a year older than me and was viewed as the perfect angel next to me. He was a senior in high school, and he acted like he was my guardian angel, when truth was he haunted me like a ghoul. He always made sure I was never doing anything bad, he'd tell me to break up with guys if he didn't like them because he thought they were douches or because they just wanted a one night stand. Funny thing was that I actually listened to him, and even as annoying as he could be, he always led me in the right direction. He always kept a close eye on me making sure I was never smoking anything (not that I would, I mean I'm not stupid. I need my brain cells for college, I do plan to succeed in this world). He was over protective, but there had been one guy he'd actually like a lot and I'd probably still be going out with him if he hadn't moved. Lucas had moved from Boston to somewhere in South Carolina in my Freshman year (two years ago). He'd been a good friend, not just a boyfriend (we hadn't really dated, but I wished we had) and I missed him beyond belief. You know just when I thought I was getting over him I'd have dreams about him. Lucas would play football with my brothers, but at the same time he'd enjoy playing soccer with me and wouldn't treat me like the dainty little rich girl I wasn't. I was much tougher than most expected.
xxxxDad stopped the SUV in front of the gate and got out of the car to go and unlock the huge chain thing preventing other people from going onto our property. I wonder if anyone went onto our property if we could shoot them with a gun or not. If this gate didn't scare them, then a gun would be needed. The chain fell to the ground and dad pushed it open with a grunt. The gate didn't groan like in movies, instead it swayed open as dad pulled himself back into the car and continued into the large circular driveway. In the center of the gray cobble stone drive way was an old statue (painted over black) of a howling wolf.
xxxx"This used to be one of those slave plantation owner houses. Dad paid to get it remodeled, but we got it cheap because it was a piece of crap when we bought it. I think he paid like half a mil for the house and then the other half mil for the remodel," Matt told me. He was beaming at the house probably thinking of the history. I was staring at it thinking of the huge bedrooms it had.
xxxx"I call the bedroom with the full bath!" I announced making sure to claim rooms before my brother got the chance to snatch it from me.
xxxx"Bedrooms have already been picked, and all the furniture has been placed in your rooms. You just need to unpack your boxes," my mother chattered happily tossing her bleach blonde hair. Yes! If mom and dad picked my bedroom, I probably had one of the biggest rooms. I was their little princess! I threw the car door open and ran out.
xxxx"Thanks mom and dad!" I jumped as I puled my shiny new key out and unlocked the large white door. I pushed the door open to look up astounded. The floor was tile, and upon closer inspection it was white marble. The house's theme was an old Victorian black and white. Everything looked like white marble, the pillars, tiles, floor, walls. The design that clicked with it was the intricate black patterns that were laid out. I glanced up to see a large black chandler, and then stared out at the living room, or one of them. It appeared to be more of a lobby. A dark black and white rug with white stitching, and black leather couches. On the rug was a glass coffee table and a large empty fireplace there before the comfy zone. I could imagine my father sitting in the large chair reading the newspaper and sipping coffee. The house was black and white, and as boring as that sounded it looked striking and bold. I knew what sheik was when I saw it, I wanted to be a fashion designer when I was older and living in a house like this would be grand.
xxxxThere were boxes from the moving guys, the brown boxes contrasting with the plain white and black interior decor. It was just so... Oh my god! I loved it so much and I almost forgot what I would be missing up North. I turned and found the staircase, there were obviously more rooms down here, the lobby was so open and wide, and to the right of the stair case I was guessing would be the kitchen and maybe bathroom, as well as a patio to the backyard. That could wait. I had to see my bedroom. I turned back to the staircase running my slender fingers over the black obsidian banister. I then began dragging myself up the slippery marble stairs until I came to the top. There were no walls separating the upstairs hallway from the bottom floor's lobby. It was full and open and the over hang over the lobby allowed my to hang on the obsidian railing and look over at the door where everyone else was coming in. Skittishly I turned and started looking at the black doors wondering which one would open up into my bedroom. I opened the first door and was surprised when it opened into a wide room, it was the first door at the head of the stairs. A library? No, an office. It was a deep lush red room with a dark black desk. There were book cases on both sides, but boxes stacked up in the room. Light was filtering in from the high ceiling where a circular window cast the sky's wishes in the room. Behind the desk was the back wall where there was a clear isinglass picture of clouds being obscured by a crescent moon. It was so elegant, and I was pretty sure that the room belonged to my father for his get away office for work and such.
xxxxI closed the door and headed to the left instead of the right. There was only two more doors on the left side so I might as well get those over and done with. I opened the first door and noticed the room was green and black. There was a large TV hung on the back wall and I realized the boxes below it were the boxes of our video games. I owned the family's XBox 360 and neither of my brothers were allowed to use it without asking me. I also owned my own PS2, my brother had their own, and Jason (the leech) had the new PS3, which I didn't like all too much. I looked at the walls once more, it was green walls with the same intricate designs I was seeing on the white downstairs. I was guessing it was the basic design of each room. I closed the door and headed for the last room at the end of the hallway.
xxxxAt once I knew this was my bedroom. The wall was bright hot pink and then it had the dark thick bold black designs traced into it. I flicked the light switch on and I looked at the large bed with a canopy set up with a plush comforter. There were large black curtains elegantly drawn up and I rushed over quickly hoping to scout out the backyard through the large window. I stared through the smooth glasses staring awed at the backyard. It had a pool (our condo had a hot tub, but not a private pool), a large one at that. The patio wasn't marble, but a warm pink granite and there appeared to be a hot tub not too far off from the pool. I couldn't see anything else because the overhang that hid you from the sun was probably under my room. I noticed behind the pool off the patio was another lush garden that my mother would have fun taking care of. Behind that garden was the tall fence that bordered all of the house's property. It also seemed to be wading off the dark forest that my room faced. I shivered not liking how dark it looked on such a bright happy day.
xxxxI turned and smiled back at my room starting to realize how different it would be here than back in Boston. There was no forest in Boston, the only forest I ever saw was when my brothers and I took the dirt bikes and ATVs to go dirt biking. I headed over to the new burro I had and took a seat down in front of the mirror reaching for the hair brush that wasn't there. This would probably be where I put my makeup and other things I needed to use to get ready. I stared into the mirror seeing the blonde who stared back, unlike most, I didn't dye my hair. I was the natural 16% of American woman who was born with blonde hair, but it wasn't bleach blonde. It was a light golden honey, paper straight but nice and thick. I had bangs, but they had long grown and we cast to the side, when I was exasperated I usually ran my hand through my bangs and they commonly ended up moved back. My hair came down my back to my waist. I have a calm face, a warm cream color, not pale, not tanned, which had lost all of its chunky baby fat cheeks and gave me a defined high cheekbone look. My lips were shell pink and my eye brows a dark blonde, my eyes were a dark mossy green. Overall I was model material as much as I just wanted to be a fashion designer. My mother gave me the latest clothes, usually brand stores like Aeropostale, American Eagle, and etc. There never was no Target or Walmart shopping for my mom.
xxxxMy lips turned up and I noticed something else in the mirror. Next to my bed was another door. I swiftly got up and headed over to the door and opened it to be greeted by a private full bath. It wasn't white, or black and some other color. Instead it was blue. BLUE! Blue had to be my favorite color and the blue and white decor of the bathroom made me jump in glee. It looked like my own little slice of the beach in my room. I ran my hand over the smooth jacuzzi bathtub and grinned like a fool. I flicked the light off and turned back into my bedroom and quickly began heading back towards the lobby. I still hadn't seen my brothers' rooms, grandma's room, mom and dad's room, and the guest room. There was also the kitchen yet to be discovered as well as the rest of the backyard and the other five missing bathrooms.
xxxxI jumped onto the black banister and rode down on it and landed neatly on my feet. No one else was around, probably out exploring like I had done moments ago. I was about to turn and head for the kitchen where there was a smooth steady knock on the door. A neighbor? "Mom? Dad? Someone's at the door!" I never got the door, or at least that was the way it was back home. Mom greeted people much more warmly than I ever could. No one answer. I tucked a frown on my face before heading to the doorway and opening the door. I expected some old wrinkly man with his wife, or maybe even two middle aged people with little kids to greet me, but instead I looked up at a boy my age.
xxxxHe had smooth tan skin, and was rather tall. He had dark dark brown hair as dark as his eyes. He seemed vaguely familiar, and yet I couldn't figure out who he was. He seemed like a little boy I knew, but that little boy would have to have grown up to look like this. "Willow?" how did this guy know my name. And then his former self played in front of my eyes. He'd been quite a bit shorter, maybe about 5'6" last I'd seen him and his skin hadn't been as smoothly tanned. He'd had a dorky smile, and at the same time he always had his hair spiked up like a porcupine (it suited him well thought). Now that it hair just looked like he'd brushed his bangs up so they weren't plastered on his for head, and he'd grown another seven inches or so I hadn't recognized him.
xxxxI don't think he recognized me either. Last time he'd seen me I had shoulder length hair and braces. Not my best year when he had left. "Lucas!?" I hissed my heart thumping wildly in my chest. But he... lived in South Carolina. Not North Carolina. "What are you doing here... At my house?" I asked pursing my lips refraining myself for mistaking this person as someone he might not be.
xxxxLucas's lips turned up as he put a hand on the door's frame and leaned on it. I couldn't believe the smile I was seeing, it had to be him because I noticed the two long canines that reminded me of a wolf every time I saw him smile. "What do you mean? You move into my neighborhood and you're asking me what I'm doing here? I thought you'd be glad to see me, or you afraid that I'll find out about all of those guys you dated in the past two years?" he asked he lips pricking up into a cocky smirk. I felt overwhelmed. Now this was the surprise. Had my parents bought this house just so I could be near Lucas once again? I mean I hadn't just known him for a year, I'd known him since kindergarten and having him leave had taken its number on me. Here I was acting like the b***h I was questioning him instead of hugging him.
xxxxI quickly made up for lack of time. I quickly reached over and swamped Lucas in a hug. I wish I could have reached up and thrown my arms around his neck with hanging there, but instead I could only manage to hug his torso bringing my head to his chest. "You big meanie, why'd you move?" I grumbled as it took Lucas a moment to react. He reached over awkwardly hugging me back, he'd never before hesitated. It must still be odd for me leaving near him once again, after all I looked extremely different from before. I was older.... I had more curves, longer hair, and I guess overall I looked more like the Aeropostale Barbie (except not as tall).
xxxxI could hear a laugh rumble in his chest. "Why'd you move?" great question. I wondered that myself, but I was happy that I did now. I heard the shuffling of footsteps from up ahead and them someone cleared their throat. Now of course, I could have turned and threw a hissy fit at the person for being so rude, but instead I just let Lucas tug himself away from me even though I wished I could stand there for all eternity hugging my old best friend. He then turned revealing missy brunette, a full head of long loose curls of dark hair. Dark tanned skin and jealous hazel eyes as she glared at me with hostility. Like, back the hell off b***h! I knew him first.
xxxxThen I realized the hostility was only natural as Lucas put his arm around her shoulders. I noticed her short shorts revealing long thick tanned legs, and an open t-shirt tied barely holding her huge DD cup boobs in it. It made my own breasts frown, I thought I should be proud of my 34D cup, but mine were definitely no match for hers. I couldn't even tell if she was wearing a bra, not that it mattered. I automatically hated her before I'd even met her. I'd only gotten a twenty second hug from my old best friend when I at least deserved a five minutes one. She had cowgirl boots on and a cowgirl hat, I mean it didn't look bad on her, but still it was a huge change from what I was wearing. She was the sex hot curvy hill billy, thick tall and broad. Me? I was the barbie standing at 5'4" which wasn't tall at all. Even so my clothes were much more reasonable. I had on a pair of Forever 21 pale torn skinny jeans, a white Aeropostale sweatshirt, the pink 'Aero' caressing the zipper up hoodie's front as well as the silver 87 and pink cursive New York, underneath was a matching pink Aerpostale slim tee showing my flat compact tummy which laid underneath, with matching white flip flops.
xxxxAs the smile plastered on her face as she pecked him on the cheek staring steadily at me I held my breath hoping not to show the disappointment on my own face. It felt like all the glee and happiness I was feeling had suddenly been ripped out of me with my heart. I drew a deep shaky breath and the smacked a fake but bemused smile on my face. "Well, nice to meet you. I'm Willow, obviously just moved here from Boston, so I'm new to all of this... forest stuff," I said cheekily hoping to seem as nice as possible. I had to start over new not screw myself over in the first hour of being here. The brunette didn't look like she was about to talk. "You know I'd heard about southern hospitality and so far the only bit I've gotten has been the man at the gas station," the girl frowned. Bingo! Hit a nerve, I extended a hand graciously.
xxxx"Amber," the girl grumbled I could hear her southern twang as she shook my hand frowning sourly at me. Wow, and I thought I was the hard core b***h when here I was the only one trying to make everything seem ok. When clearly it was far from fine. I turned as if allowing entrance to my house.
xxxx"Come in, come in. You might as well see the house instead of standing out there all day," I said hoping the brunette whore would make up some excuse to leave and never come back. As I turned away there was foot falls behind me as I stared at the ground miserably. Someone ran down the stairs and I looked up noticing Matt. His bright blue eyes light up as he saw Lucas, hmph. Obviously he didn't care about the new extension he had gotten. Matt ran a hand through his blonde hair and then gazed as me before throwing the towel he had over his shoulder. "Hey Matt," my voice was sickly cheerful as he threw another glance at Lucas.
xxxxMatt smiled reluctantly not knowing what would be good and bad. "Uh hey, I was just going for a swim. Any of you want to join me?" he asked, I turned noticing that Amber was staring at Matt with google eyes. He was good looking, but I'd of course never be interested in my own brother knowing what a priss he could be. Matt worked out, but then again so did I. When did people start thinking that you could have a completely flat stomach having it be hereditary. No, you had to either starve yourself or work for it. I thought it over for a moment, getting in my bathing suit would be a challenge, I mean if Amber (blehh) decided to swim as well who was saying she wouldn't strip down to her underwear and go in the pool? Amber didn't look all to amused by the invitation to take a swim, but Lucas appeared to be bouncing on his heels. He was a dog at heart.
xxxx"That's a good idea!" I clapped my hands together before lacing my fingers within each other. I peered over politely at Lucas and Amber, "Hey, I'm going to go change. How about you go next door and do what you need to do to get ready. Or if you don't want to swim you could just stay home, I don't mind," lie. I lied, I did care. It would be horrible if I invited them to go swimming and at least Lucas didn't come back.
xxxxLucas smiled as if forgetting Amber was even under his arm. "Thanks Will, we'll be right back!" he chattered excitedly and tugged Amber with him back out of the house.
xxxxI glanced over at Matt and frowned slightly. "I have to thank you for the idea, but did you notice that girl? I mean she hates me, I didn't even do anything wrong. I mean starting over new is going to be hard, but when I have miss bitchy over there not liking anything I say-- I just can't stand her already!" I told him, I could tell Matt anything. He wouldn't tell anyone else, instead he'd keep it to himself, he'd became a good friend after Lucas had moved down here.
xxxxMatt chuckled. "Don't worry I don't like her either. Did you see the way she was staring at me? I mean she looked like he was about to dump Lucas and ask me out, but she doesn't look like a swimmer, so hopefully she'll ditch Lucas and go home," he said running his hand through his short hair. "Now go get changed!" Matt whipped me on the a** with his towel making it sear in pain. I yelped and slapped his arm as I ran up the stairs nearly slipping and tripping. Just because he was a good brother didn't mean he couldn't be narcissistic sometimes.
xxxxI finished all the way up the stairs and spun taking a turn to the left and heading to my room at the end of the left side of the hall. I opened my door to the welcoming new large room. I looked at my boxes stacked up and looked for specific tags addressing each one with the items inside the box. I found the one box that said Willow : Summer wear. Summer wear was like what I'd use to go to the beach, I pried the box open, luckily I didn't waste my time with manicures, so I wasn't worrying about breaking or scratching a nail.
xxxxAs the box was pulled open a layer of sand filled the air making my eyes water as I reached in the box and pulled out the first bathing suit I found. It was a plaid black and blue bikini. The top was all but strapless besides the halter-like strap that you tied up around you neck, then there were the matching plaid bottoms, having cute little ties on the outer thigh. I took it and grabbed a small white dress that I could throw over the bathing suit so I didn't look like a whore strutting around in her bikini. I headed into my bathroom quickly shifting out of the clothes I was in into the swim suit and dress I'd pulled from out of the box. Finishing up I clicked the light off and headed back over to the box and grabbed my favorite polar bear towel and tucked it under my arm. I peered over at the window hoping that no one was at the pool yet besides Matt.
xxxxAll I could see was the pool glistening in the North Carolina sun. It had to be decently warm in the pool, with the weather here it couldn't be cold. I turned away and started heading back down the stairs and into the lobby. I glanced around before taking a turn to where I had been guessing the kitchen would be. As I walked in I noticed grandma sitting in the living room which shared the room with the large open kitchen. She was watching the news about something, probably bear attacks or something. I found the back patio's entrance and slid the door open before feeling the warmth of the summer day. I stepped from out under the over hang before noticing a few lounge chairs set up. I laid my towel on the chair and heard someone shout something. At first I assumed it was Matt who I had defeated in getting to the pool, but instead it was Matt and Lucas. Where had Amber gone? I couldn't help but smirk in victory. She didn't come!
xxxxLucas and Matt made their way slowly, but eventually they reached me. Matt had a calm expression while Lucas appeared excited. "You don't go swimming often do you?" I asked, hadn't he seen a pool before? This was just like any other pool.
xxxx"No I do," he admitted and I felt like an idiot. He probably had a pool of his own if I didn't know any better. I wanted to slap myself on the forehead, but instead I kept my composure and kept my hands laced behind my back. "I've just never seen a pool like this," well this pool was a strange one. It was large and then it dropped down a few feet on the other side into a small square hot tub. It reminded me of a hotel pool, but nothing more. Lucas looked me over before smiling. "Aren't you going swimming?"
xxxxI rolled my eyes. "No duh. Hey where'd your friend go?" I asked, I was hoping he'd say she went home because she couldn't stand being near me.
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