Reborn

Chapter 3

.:. Okay, so you guys seem to like this story alot, right?  Well, if you have anyone who can be my characters just post them in the comments!!! 

Mitch: Grey eyes, Blonde, curly hair.  Tall for his age and has a small scar on his chin.  Lightly tan skin.

Auriella:  Short/average size, skinny but not anorexic skinny.  Long, curly, dark brown hair and shocking, bright blue eyes.  Small nose with high cheek bones and pale skin.

Warren: Tall and buff, but not steriod buff.  Dark, almost black hair.  Tall and muscular.  Naturally tan skin, green eyes.

Those are the main characters so far, so if you have anyone you think would work for these just post them in the comments!  Please and thank you! .:.

Chapter 3

            “What did you say your name was again?” Warren asks as he stares up at the mansion in front of us. 

            “I never said,” I smirk at him figuring out his game right away.  I look at the mansion to and sigh.  I just wanted a simple life, but somehow, for me, that’s a tough thing to ask.

            “Darn,” he says before opening up his door.  I reach out to open mine… but it’s gone.  I squint up at Warren as his giant head only partially blocks the sun.

            “Thanks,” I say reaching for his hand.  He pulls me out and I ignore the tingling feelings.  I turn around and smile at the butler.  “Oh no, let me get them,” I say shooing the white haired man away.

            “No, it’s quite alright,” he says stubbornly, reaching for a bag.

            “No, I insist, but if you would be so kind as to make some lemonade, I’m quite thirsty,” I say politely trying to get him away from the bags.  I hate it when people wait hand and foot on me. 

            “Fine, I’ll take this bag with me, though,” he says before stubbornly pulling the bag down the drive.  I shake my head at him before returning my gaze to the bags Warren takes out of his trunk.

            “Thank you so much, I really appreciate it,” I say grabbing the handle for two of my bags.

            “Do you appreciate it so much as to tell me your name?” he asks with a sly grin as he leans against his cherry red Ferrari.  Man, I wish I had one of those. 

            “No, not really,” I say grabbing two handles in each hand again before strolling down the drive; the wheels clacking against the red bricks.  I hear the sound of the click clacking behind me and I groan a little.  Can’t he just leave me along already?

            “Aw, come on!” he says giving me the puppy dog look.  I can’t help but stare into his amazing green eyes; they’re just so familiar and comforting…

            “No,” I say shaking my head to clear it. 

            “Fine, but can I ask how long you’re staying?”

            “No.”

            “Can I ask-“

            “No, okay, just leave me alone,” I say grumpily as I deposit the four blue and brown bulging bags near the door.  I crack my wrists a few times before turning the knob, flinging the door open and roll in my cases.  “Just leave the other two-or just come in,” I say turning around to see him strutting into the house as if he owned it.