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If there was an award for best entertainer of the day, I'd give it to Spencer without a second thought. How that boy manages to be sarcastic, sweet, funny, and rude at the same time? I don't know.

During the course of the car ride he managed to keep me laughing the whole time, taking my mind off of basically everything. We even managed to play a game of rock, paper, scissors, which I don't even know how accurate it was because I couldn't see which ever one Spencer chose for either of the 25 rounds we went through.

Now, I'd assume we're at our destination because the car has stopped and I hear the sound of people shuffling through their seats and the car doors opening and closing. Now that it comes to mind, I didn't even know the people I was in the car with for an hour and a half. The door to my side opens and I feel the cool breeze of the wind brush around my exposed arms.

From what I smell, I'd say it's Atticus. Not like I'm a dog or something but I could smell his strong scent from here. He smells like an Old Spice commercial with a mix of a woody scent and some citrus.

He reaches over to unbuckle me, but I slap his hand away.

"Believe it or not, but, I know how to unbuckle a seat belt, Cupcake."

"No way," he objects, removing his hands and walking away.

Maybe I should have just let him unbuckle me, taking almost five minutes to unbuckle a seat belt at the age of 23 should really be concerning. But hey, at least I got it done. All by myself too. I should give myself a pat on the back.

I think it's a problem with rich people cars. 

I hop out of the car and stand in front of the closed car door, trying to find a way to remove the blind fold off. I bring my finger to where the tie begins and tug at it, trying my best to unravel it before it becomes even worse of a knot. I finally managed to remove it and can finally make my way to the direction that I think everyone went.

So you know how I said that Atticus was probably super rich, but to say that it didn't come as a shock to me when I saw his house- sorry, mansion- is a lie. I could tell that the overall theme of it is gray, black, and partially white. It just seems like it fits his personality. Dull and moody as fuck.

The pavement is a nice shade of ash gray that leads all the way to the mansion, it's different shapes. It starts off as triangular and then they turn into squares and the further I go, the more it starts looking like a geometry math wall. But it's still aesthetically pleasing to my eyes.

Right now I'm standing in the parking garage, although it really isn't a garage because it isn't covered, it's more out in the open, and the cars are out there on display.

When I look behind me, there's a tall  gate with spades at the top of each rail. I notice a line of men standing at the front of it, wearing black from head to toe and guns held against their chest. Jesus, what the hell is he running over here? Is he like some bad guy people are scared of or some shit? Right, he's a mob boss.

The mansion's walls are made of mostly glass, serving as a window rather than a wall. The walkway was shaped like a curvy pathway, plants and rocks on either side of it with a water fountain smack dab in the middle.

And palm trees, oh my Lord, the palm trees surrounding the house are just as beautiful as the ones back home in Miami. The mansion itself was almost taller than the palm trees if not the same. Speaking of Miami, I wonder how things are going like back there.