In Deep (rewriting?? )

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It was a metal square. There was spray paint adorning all possible exterior walls, various tags, and art litter in no particular organization. We pull up to the open garage door in a cloud of dust. The gravel road leading into the seemingly abandoned building disturbed by Ethan's motorcycle. The garage stands at what looks to be 12 feet tall, the large open space allowing for easy access to see inside. Inside I can hear the echoes of laughter followed by crashing sounds.

Sliding off the back of the bike, I shift Ethan's backpack off my shoulders and hand it to him. He swings the black pack onto his back in one graceful sweep, keeping it on one shoulder. I begin to take off the jacket, undoing the zipper but my movements are halted with Ethan's hands-on mine After a moment he shifts his hand to press into the small of my back, guiding me into the open garage door.

I don't know what I expected when first hearing about the abandoned warehouse Ethan had secured for him and his friends but it wasn't too spacious, clean space I walked into. Stepping onto the cement floor I take in the area. In front of me are two floors, a ladder resting on the left-hand side, the only way I see to get to the top. The main floor underneath the second floor is converted into a living room-like space. Three large couches that have seen better create a half-circle around a large flat screen tv. Two oddly coordinated rugs fill the floor underneath the coffee table, the pattern clashing with that of the couch. It all works, in an odd alternative type way.

To my right was an open with high ceilings occupied by a wooden ramp and other obstacles. There is also an assortment of arcade-like games along the left-hand wall as well as a pool and ping pong tables. I assume the upstairs is where the room where, as Ethan had mentioned, his friends slept sometimes. This place was any friend group paradise. I am a little envious.

The five guys that are currently on the couch yelling at something on the screen noticed our entrance and pause what they were doing.

After a few more moments of silence he then I was comfortable with one with curly brown hair wearing a shirt that read 'too much swag' said, "Ethan your back"

This statement is followed by a, "and with a friend" from the boy who is currently lounging in his boxers, feet up on the coffee table as if he had just woken up.

"Yes, Austin," Ethan led me with a gentle push at my back towards them. "I said I would be back with a friend. I also remember telling you to put some fucking clothes on." He sighs, picking up an abandoned shit off an armchair that sits awkwardly in the center of the entrance to the living room, throwing it at him. The boy, Austin, caught it easily, putting it on after smelling the fabric, deeming it clean enough to wear.

"But you didn't tell us she would be pretty,'' Austin winked at me.

"Come on man you can pull that shit, you know that's Ethan's girl" A new voice groans. he was a big guy with tightly braided hair, his darker complication contrasting that of Austin's slightly tan one. The hand on my back was sliding to my hip, his arm now fully around me. I can't stop the goosebumps that rise on my arms.

"Micheal how about you stop sucking Ethan's dick" rebuts Austin

"How am I sucking Ethan's dick?"

"You such a suck-up."

"How?"

The two boys continue their argument, eventually dragging another one of the boys into it as well. After a few moments, Ethan's arm slides off my waist, the warm tingle remaining. He moves towards the boys and slaps them all upside the head.

"How about you all shut up and introduce yourself to our guests like respectable members of society." He fakes anger, but I could tell from the subtle lift of his mouth he was not as angry as he seems.

Suddenly all six pairs of eyes are on me. Feeling small under their gaze I shift into the jacket Ethan bought me.

"Holy Shit," Austin yells. "Is that a Helite jacket?" not knowing the appropriate response to the excitement I shrug.

"I don't know," I say after a few moments of silence that needed to be broken. I feel guilty I don't know what I was wearing to get him so excited.

"You don't know? Man, this runs you over a grand. I would kill for one of those." he shakes his head. I force a smile, not knowing another response to give him. I don't know if I should tell them Ethan bought it for me, especially if it was that much money. If it really was one of these special jackets I will have to remember to be pissed at Ethan. If he spent over a grand on me for a stupid jacket I will be livid. "I'm Austin by the way." he nods his head at me in greeting.

Next, the curly-haired boy introduces himself as Hayden, followed by the blond boy who introduces himself as Nick. Micheal goes next, giving me an apology for their extreme behavior earlier. Austin whispering "cock sucker" under his breath results in Ethan slapping the back of his head even harder. Finally, the last boy introduces himself as Ryder. They were all pretty good looking and I am extremely intimidated.

"Hello everyone I'm Sara" I try to fake confidence but can't suppress the need to sift on my feet.

"There are a few more guys but I don't know where they are right now," Ethan says, coming back to me. "Come on, I'll take you on a tour."

We walk the main floor, Ethan pointing out all the interesting pieces of furniture and how they secured them. Most came from driving around and finding them on the side of roads. Apparently, they had gotten the pinball machine from a diner around here. The boys would always go in for fries and to play the machine for hours. When the old man was selling the diner he gave the machine to the boys. All the furniture was like that, except the makeshift skate park. They had apparently built that. We reached the ladder to the second floor, Ethan sliding over, motioning for me to go first.

I start to ascend the wooden rail until I can fling myself onto the floor. It was not the most graceful thing I had ever accomplished. There was a hallway to our left that had 7 doors leading down it. They seem to all be offices that had been converted into rooms. The fogged glass windows on each door allow light from within to illuminate the wooden floors on the hall.

"Four of these rooms are for specific boys." he starts down the hall. "This one is what we call the guest house. The door creaks open and I can see the bunk bed and two mattresses on the floor. "Anyone can sleep there at any time," he comments before moving down. He points out the rest telling me they are occupied by Nick, Austin, and a new boy I haven't met, Matt. At the end of the four-door was a singular door.

"This one is mine," he tells me leaning into it to open the fogged glass office door.

The room was huge. Running the width of this section of the warehouse it had enough space for a king bed, a desk, an armchair that rests by the window beside an oak bookshelf in just, a couch and tv that sit across from the bed. The large tv I assume you could watch from the bed although it sits in front of the couch. The soft glow of light through pale white curtains in addition to a skylight over the bed illuminates the room perfectly. It was breathtaking. This was better than my room in my own home.

"I got the biggest room out of everyone. I mean I did find the place and supplied the tv downstairs. The boys decided this was their repayment. I think they probably assume I pay for the place but again, don't say anything. I don't know what they would do if they found out.'

'My lips are sealed" I tell him, my eyes shift over the room again. It was so cozy, yet so cold with the industrial metal walls and fixtures. It fits Ethan perfectly.

"How about we watch a movie?" He suggests, sitting on his worn leather couch.

"Sounds perfect" I sink in beside him.

Hope you like the new guys :) Also hello to all the new reader, idk there has been a lot recently