Sapphire never liked the idea of marriage, babies, or even love. Nor did Matthias. That's probably the only thing they could agree on. However, when the two rivals are forced to spend an entire summer in close range with regulations, rules, and boun...
Sorry it's taken us so long to post this is my chapter and I've been really busy recently but...SECOND CHAPTER BITCHES. Enjoy 😘
My dad's gaze shifts uncomfortably between my brother and I.
"Hey, kids," He mutters awkwardly. My lips spread into a grin. I love how nervous he is. He damn should be nervous with us in the house now.
"Hey...Dad," Stephan is able to get out.
"Long time no see," my grin widens. "You gonna invite us in or what?"
"Oh...right," He mumbles and opens the door wider. "Come on in."
I take my shot. I cut Stephan off and step across the threshold with my belongings in hand. Malice is sniffing around a bit but for the most part, he's calm. I take a look around the house. This is my first time actually seeing it in person. Prince has sent me a lot of pictures, but that was all. Plus, how was I supposed to come and see the house when the owner hadn't talked to me in years.
The short hall continues down and to my right, I see a parlor with pillars semi dividing the room from the rest of the house. To my left, I see an open floor plan for the living and dining room along with the kitchen. This place has all wood floors and white walls with blue and grey accents providing a type of coastal theme. It's nice, I'll admit but...it doesn't feel like a home.
Of course, it's not going to feel like my home, I've never lived here. This isn't my family and this isn't where I belong. But it doesn't feel like a home in general. It feels like a house. A shelter. Just a place this family is currently residing. It's not one of those houses you walk into and know that the family living inside it is happy. You don't walk in and get that warm fuzzy feeling. It feels cold and empty. It's decorated nicely but there's no personalization. Nothing that makes this house a home for this family.
Even when I lived with my mom our places still felt slightly like homes. They were homes full of trauma, pain, and sorrow, sure but we still had moments that lit up the house. Moments when we were happy. We could've been living in her sugar daddy's mansion, a crappy studio apartment, a motel, hell, we could've been living in our car and we still had that homey feeling. But this? The house I'm standing in? It feels like it wants to be a home but it isn't. There's not enough happiness, love, or even life. They survive and exist here but I've always said there's a difference between surviving and living.
"Er...both of your rooms will be upstairs if you wanna just um follow me this way-?" My dad stutters. I like seeing him nervous. It's different. My dad isn't the type to get nervous. Especially around teenagers. He's strong, confident, and intimidating. But when he's with us he's the one being intimidated. It's amusing to watch the person I used to be afraid of, be afraid of me.
"Sure, after you," Stephan says with a grin almost as big as mine.
"Okay, well then you two can just follow me..." He trails off again but starts walking towards the stairs. Stephan follows behind me as we walk.
"Malice," I call to make sure he's in front of me. It's a curved double staircase and the stairs are a light wood tone, adjacent to the rest of the floor. The railing is made of glass and stainless steel.
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