Flowers of Desire

Chapter Four

CHAPTER 4
Circe

Truth be told, I have no idea what just happened. Sure, Alice seems really nice, and I wasn't lying when I told her she was cool, but this is kind of weird.
I literally met her today, and I'm already going to her house. I throw on a blue flannel and make my way out the door. I don't have a car, so I have to walk all the way to her address, which is across town.
It takes me about 45 minutes to get there, but when I do I'm marveled at her house. The sleek brown finish with an oddly modern look, like it combined a cottage and one of those houses that people in Beverly Hills own. I'm not even sure how that patio ledge is hanging on, supported by a single blackstone column.
Faint yellow glows come from all the windows, encapsulated by the pine colored forest surrounding it.
I walk up the driveway covered in pumpkin tinted pine needles, feeling the familiar squish under my feet. As I walk, I smell the evergreens, encapsulated by the smell that comes from the forest, but somehow even more intense here.
I walk my way up the stairs, my shoes squeaking annoyingly loud as the dark wood creaks below me. I get to the crystal clear glass door, debating whether I should ring or just give up and go home.
Just as I decide I'm going to ring, Alice throws open the door, scaring the crap out of me.
"Holy hell, how did you know I was here? You scared the shit out of me," I exclaim, holding my hand to my chest.
"Oh sorry," she exclaims, resting her hand on the nape of her neck, "I saw you from my bedroom window and ran down."
"Oh, yeah that makes sense," I mutter, not sure what else to say.
She steps out of the doorway, letting me into her house, and as I step in I'm astounded by the polished innards. The entire inside of the house is polished white, marble floor, perfectly ghost white walls, and white table toppers on every hard surface. Hints of brown pop out at me, like a dark couch, wooden stools, and chocolate dahlias in every flower pot.
As I follow her in, I notice that every room is like this, like a reflection of the perfect family who lives here. Nothing is messy or out of place.
She leads me to the kitchen, where a good chunk of her family is sitting. A short woman, maybe early thirties, with dark hair, a large muscley one that looks dumb, but sweet, and a blonde girl who looks like she wants to rip me to shreds.
Alice pulls me into the dining area, as she beamed, "Ok, so Circe, this is my adoptive mother Esme, my sister Rosalie, and my brother Emmet. Everyone, this is Circe."
Emmet walks up to me, towering over me by half a foot, even though I'm tall myself. I thought he was gonna straight up deck me the way he was staring at me, but just as I thought the blow was coming, he grabbed my hand with a forceful strength and shook it, not in a formal way, more like in a way a golden retriever would if it had opposable thumbs.
"So you're the one my sister won't stop talking about huh? You seem okay, pretty strong," he says at a mile a minute, "I bet I could still beat you in an arm wrestle though."
I sat there confused, this isn't how people normally introduce themselves right?
Alice shakes her head, and pulls his hand off of mine, "Emmet, stop trying to wrestle everyone."
"But why?" he whines, walking back to Rosalie, who was still staring at me like she wanted to kill me. Unlike Emmet who has opposing features but is like a puppy dog, I have no doubt she would love to see me dead.
"Sorry about him, he gets a little over excited," she apologizes, withering in embarrassment.
I chuckle, "It's fine, I'll totally arm wrestle him sometime soon, just no right now. Don't want to hurt his feelings right after I meet him."
"No! I'll win," he shouts, "Right now, let's go."
Alice rolls her eyes and pulls me away, leading me towards the dark oak staircase. I walk up with her, as she leads me down a hall and into what I presume is her room.
A large bed is in the middle of the far wall, covered in lilac sheets and royal purple pillows. She walks into her closet, while I stand in her room awkwardly waiting for her. I notice a white desk in the corner of her room, giving a view of the outside from the giant window that is just her left wall.
She walks out with a jacket and bag, and shows me the way to the car.
As we get in her expensive black SUV, I apologize, "Yeah sorry how I was with Emmet, I don't think before I speak."
She laughs, "It's cool, someone needed to put him in his place. Truth be told, I was more worried about what he would say then what you would. He can be really embarrassing sometimes."
As she pulls out, I chuckle, realising how ridiculous my conversation with Emmet really was.
It doesn't take long for us to arrive at the mall, finding a spot quickly before we walk in.

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