Pretty Boy

Chapter Eight

   We arrive at his house, and oh my freaking God, it's a literal mansion. We have to go through a gate with a passcode, and we arrive at a driveway that parts left and right with a fountain in the middle. "Well, we're here," he parks his car out front. "Wow," I say in shock. He chuckles. "C'mon I'll give you a tour," he gets out of the car. "Okay!" I hop out of his car, and we head to the front door. He opens it, letting me go in first. I stare in awe as we walk into a big room, the ceiling seeming never ending, and I can see the railing of the second floor. "How do you like it?" "It's so pretty, I love your house." I try to stop acting like a newborn baby, and I shut my mouth, just smiling at him. "I'm glad, okay follow me I'll show you, my room."

   He walks up the stairs, and I follow behind him. We go right, and we go to the first door on the left. He opens it, gesturing inside. I walk in, seeing LED lights all around the ceiling, a large bed in the middle, a dresser, a closet, a TV and a couch. "I love your room," I smile, looking around. The dresser is painted black wood, with three mirrors, and then all around the wood are pictures of him, his friends, family, and Kris. "I really like the photos," I say looking at the photos. "Thanks, soon enough you'll be there too."

   My heart flutters. "Cool, cool," I glance through the photos studying each face. "This is actually the camera I used for most of these," he pulls out a black little bag with a camera in it. "Oh, nice. I used to have a camera just like that, but I gave it to my cousin a few years ago." He nods. "I got-" the doorbell rings. "Oh, uh, I'll go get that. Stay here." He walks out and closes the door.

   Time to snoop. I know I shouldn't, but I quietly go through his drawers. I find a sweatshirt and I pull it out of the drawer. It looks like a girls' sweatshirt. Maybe it's just Kris'. Yeah, maybe he just hasn't given it back to her yet. They only broke up a few days ago. I set it back in the drawer, and I sneak out the door. I look over the railing down to the door. "Yeah, Kris, now is really not a good time." Kris? "Please just talk to me, I haven't heard from you in a while. You are honestly worrying me. Are you doing ok?" She's worried about him. I don't know why he would talk to her after breaking up, but maybe that's just what they are like. "Fine, let's talk." He slinks out the door and closes it. I can't hear the rest of the conversation, so I go back into his room. He is probably breaking the news to her that we are together now, and that the time is up for them. I hear the door close, and him walking up the stairs.

   "Hey, sorry about that." He sits on the bed. "Who was it?" He lays his back down. "Just a package from UPS."

   Oh. Why is he lying to me...?

   "Oh, okay nice." "Ok, tell me... what are your thoughts on... doing... 'it.'" He says with quotation marks. "Um, I want to wait until I am older... I guess. And you?" "Oh. I am ready whenever. Uh, do you want a drink or something?" "Uh, sure." He left and came back with a Dr. Pepper. He handed it to me. "Thanks," I drink it. We sat talking for a while, about our life interests, our hobbies, all of that.

   Then, I don't really remember what happened after that. I guess I just kind of blacked out.

A/N: I probably shouldn't be writing rn but I know I really need to post because it has been like 2 weeks. I literally have a B+, a B, a D, and an F... Girly pops, I am not okay right now. I am really stressed out. I'll post when I can, but it might be a while. Thank you everyone, love you all!! 

Please go drink some water and eat something :D <3