A year had pasted by and everything had moved at a fast pace. I would say the good kind. Sébastien and I had been talking more about me being scared to have sex with, and yes of course me and him have been trying to get me to move past my dad abusing and raping me.
Sébastien and I ended up moving out of his old house.
This house had four bedrooms, five bathrooms.
One in the masters bedroom. One in one of the bedrooms. Two of the bedrooms shared a bathroom. One downstairs bathroom and one bathroom in Sébastien's office.
So a tour of his house. When you walk through the front door you can see the living room to the right and the kitchen behind it. You can actually walk straight to the kitchen from the door. Across from the living room was the stairs, to the left of the staircase was opened and me and Sébastien didn't know what to do with it but there was a door for the bathroom.
And to the right of the staircase was the hallway leading to the supply closet, garage and Sébastien's office. Upstairs going to the left lead to mine and Sébastien's room and the right lead to the other three bedrooms.
The bedroom with the bathroom by itself Sébastien had made it into a little study for me. Only because of me going to school and wanting me to be alone while i was in school. He also put in a really comfortable futon. I've fallen asleep on it three times it's just that comfortable to me.
Sébastien also sold a bunch of his old stuff or just left them for the house. We bought new couches of course in the grey aesthetic because fuck white. Although it did have white pillows and small black ones. Our house colors were greys and white. All the doors were grey the ceiling was white along with some walls, and some of the other walls were grey.
Every place, room had a kind of color scheme to it. The living room a basic living room with matching colors to the couch.
The kitchen was all grey and silver, the counter and island was white and had light grey bar chairs. The utensils were silver, black and pink. The cups and plates white and pink. The towels were all pink colors. All the pans and pots were black and pink. The kitchen was all for me to do Sébastien just bought me colored things cuz frankly he actually likes my cooking and made it all for me.
While his office, he got them to paint it a rather dark grey with the ceiling was black. He had those tape lights wrapped around the top and bottom parts of his room. He only ever had the red or blue on. His office was rather simple. He had his three monitors on the desktop with his tv mounted to the wall behind them. And then his fourth monitor was mounted to the left side of the wall and could swing out. He had his couch in the back with everything else on it.
All the bathrooms had blue or turquoise decor.
Mine and Sébastien's on the other hand had to have black on his side but all our towels were white. Our bed was white, but I was so glad he let me get some black out curtains. Because those white sheets would blind me in the morning.
My little study had pink and yellow. It already had a lot of grey but it was peaceful in there.
The other two bedrooms were made one room was midnight blue themed and the other one was a boring cream with dusty pink. That bathroom that the two rooms shared had two closets one on either side of the shower. The towels matched the themes of both rooms. Sébastien really spent a lot of money on everything and he really didn't need to.
Let's talk about my classes though.
Since Samantha is now known as my legal guardian, my now parent. She's not really strict on me but made a deal with the school that every Friday I don't need to attend school. I have an online class with the school where my teachers email me my school work and I get graded on that, so I get everything done roughly within 2 hours or so.
I still have every class needed for the grade and my extracurricular classes. This year I needed two and I didn't know what to choose for the second one. I had a talk with the school and told them that I wasn't interested in anything else but the writing class.
I didn't want to do art, band, choir, theater or the digital editing classes, no sports, since I hated my P.E class.
They said that I could take another math class but I thought woah taking geometry and another algebra class would be too much for me or I could take another history or science class. So I just decided on just taking an the art class. Although I probably could've had graduated early I'd rather save doing all that my junior year.
I didn't even get put in art 1 I got put in art 4. Since Samantha told them that I'm a really detailed person when it came to drawing and In this class we can also submit drawings from digital stuff.
Like the stuff I had drawn on my iPad.
Don't get me wrong I've alway came in second with my stuff in this class.
My grades are phenomenal they're all straight A's on the other hand reasons why Samantha isn't as strict with me as she is with Ezra and Anuel.
Ezra and Veronica are on amazing terms their last school year together and they are more than happy to finish it together and graduate. Also Ezra's stupid ass almost got her pregnant.
Anuel and Evelyn aren't doing too well. And I hate that but they are working on it to get better for each other to tolerate one another. I also tell Anuel that I hope they do work out but of course if they don't I know they'll both find someone for themselves.
It was crazy how the year had past I spent a lot of time with them like they were my brothers and I felt as if I was changing after being so scared and said to myself that the thought of moving forward was going to be impossible. I'm glad I have them that helped me through it all but me and Sébastien well that's another story because as of now he's been distant and it's pissing me off. I really moved my stuff from his bathroom to the one in my little study he made me. I don't know why he's being distant because everything was perfect until he just randomly started keeping to himself. I haven't slept with him and I don't sleep well without him. He just really pisses me off now.
Yes I'll still cook for him the man has to eat but I don't eat with him anymore.
I just want to know what he is hiding from me.
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