Pretty Little Secrets

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

As we pulled up to Tristin's house I couldn't help but gawp. It was massive. It consisted mainly of huge glass windows, with sleek white walls. The drive way was on a steep hill but as Tristin's car approached the garage door automatically opened. I was well and truly gob smacked. I got out and looked around the large garage, there were two other empty spaces so I assumed his Mum and Dad weren't home. We walked back out through the garage door and approached the main house. I walked up the huge white stairs to the front door which Tristin was currently un-locking. He opened it and gestured for me to go in front.

"Ladies first." He said cheesily, smiling. I walked in to a huge foyer. On the right there was a console that had a gigantic mirror above with Crystal borders, there was a phone, and address book and large photo frame with a picture of Tristin as a child in.

"Awwwww!" I said running up to it, grabbing it in my hands. "You were so cute! What happened?" I said laughing. He mocked looking hurt then walked up behind me.

"Yeah I know, I guess beauty really does fade with time."     'It certainly does not'     I said in my head staring at his perfect face. Directly in front of the front door was a large stair case that split off in two different directions, and to the left there was an open space that led to the kitchen. I walked down the two stairs and once again gawped. His kitchen was HUGE. The counters and work tops were a sleek white colour, there was a large island in the middle of the room complete with bar stools and a wine cooler. There were more kitchen gadgets scattered about than I could count. In front of the Kitchen there was an open plan seating area with a large TV on the wall and over sized purple/grey sofas that looked like they were made from velvet. I went over and slumped my self on the biggest one in the middle.

"Wow. Your house, it's, incredible."

"Yeah I know, shame no one ever spends time in it." he said laughing.

"What do you mean?"

"My parents are never home, they don't get back until late and then they leave at the crack of dawn. They work most Saturdays and Sundays are filled with conference calls over skype in their 'home office'. There is no time for Tristin and his crap." He said winking. I felt really sorry for him, it must be horrible having parents that had no time for you. I felt bad for disliking how much attention my parents gave me and that I should be more grateful. But Tristin was so lovely, how had he turned out like that with out a proper up bringing?

"So did you spend most of your childhood alone?"

"No, they're not that bad parents!" he said whilst getting out a can of coke and a can of diet coke. "I had a nanny up until I was 13. Her name was Tina, we got on really well. She was quite old but she was like a mom to me. I'm pretty sure she's the only reason i've turned out half decent." He said handing me the tin of diet coke. I smiled thanking him and then he sat next to me. "But then just after my 13th birthday they got rid of her because she was 'wasted money'. That's when me and my dad really fell out. I was so angry, they'd gotten rid of my only real parent and she was so nice. I couldn't believe how cruel he was. He told me to get over it and grow up. From then on i've spent most of my time at home alone and barley speaking to my dad. When I do, he just insults me." I pulled a sad face that he must have noticed as he put his hand on my shoulder.

"But hey, I got over it." He said smiling. "Wanna see the rest of the house?" I nodded and so we began. He showed me the dinning room which had a huge table that seated 8 people, with a crystal chandelier hanging over it in the middle. Then he showed me the other living room which had an even bigger tv on the wall. He showed me his mum and dad's office and then we went out on to the decking outside that over looked the pool bellow. His garden was beautiful, I admired the pretty plants that bordered it all, the deep blue water in the pool that had fountains around the edges spitting water in delicately, and the hot tub that was connected to the pool lined with rocks. It was breath taking. They must of had a really good landscape gardener.