His green room

This was it. My final straw with my parents. They nagged and they nagged, so I packed up and left. Well, a couple hundred feet down the dark, back, rocky roads of this town. Down to a medium sized, white house with the most god awful green trims and wrap around porch covered in long benches and different shades of green pillows. I had only a duffel bag. I wore a brown beanie with my curly hair tucked away, gray hoodie and black pajama pants. I creeped up to the porch stairs and once I got to the top placed my bag on the ground and raised my hand to knock. And just as I was about to make contact with the also green painted door it swung open to display a scruffy looking man in a dark green hoodie and black baggy jeans. "You do know I have cameras and sensors all over this property". His voice was low and exhausted but aware. "Then why didn't you answer quicker?" I teased. He smirked, until he looked down and saw my bag, "you better not be running from the cops". "Now why would I come to the sketchiest person's home if I was running from the cops?" I answered. By now he has his right side leaning against the door frame, his feet crossed and there I was standing in front of him freezing my ass off. His face was unamused. "Are you not going to let me in", "not until you tell me why you are here". A part of me didn't want to tell him out of sheer embarrassment that I had a fight with my parents about college but at this point I knew he would know if I lied to him. "I got in a fight with my parents", there was a 30 second pause before he bent down, grabbed my bag, turned around and said, "okay". He left me there dumb founded for a few seconds before I followed him inside and closed the door. His house was clean and of course covered with green. Green couch, green photos on the wall, and even green dishes in the kitchen. "So does your brother know you're here?". I figured this question was going to pop up, he is my brother's friend after all. They did almost everything together in high school. Sports, clubs, hobbies, classes, and even dated the same girls and if not the same girls they were for sure girls who hung in the same group. The funny thing is that they didn't do it on purpose, they just happened to be the same person in two very different fonts. They didn't start as friends, not even as enemies, they just always saw each other at different events and decided to talk to each other. My brother and I were popular, I'll admit, especially my brother. He was 5'11", athletic, president of every club, and loved to talk, he was also the only blonde in the family which was funny because we were hispanic. But right next to my brother was camryn who was around the same high and white but his features were dark. His hair, his eyes, and his personality. And not in a mean way but that he was quiet but talked, and had this way of staring into your soul.

I continued to follow him throughout the house and down the hall. I've never been inside his house but it was impressively big. Especially for someone who lives by themselves. We finally stopped. "You can stay here", "why thank you very much" I say , grabbing my bag back from him and walking into the room. "Oh and by the way the door down the hall don't go in there, everything's free to go to". He turned around and walked to the room literally across from me and shut the door. He was never really one for conversation. So I did the same, turned around, walked into my room and shut the door.

The next day I woke up early because I couldn't be late to my biology lecture for the third time this week. Especially because it was barely wednesday. I walked down the annoyingly long hall and turned into the kitchen where camryn sat at the end of the table eating cereal. He was still wearing the same thing as last night, only his hair was more rugged. I looked to the table and saw two mugs. "One for me". "Nope my imaginary friend bob was craving coffee". Did i also mention he was an asshole at times. I walked over and took the seat next to him and grabbed the coffe and placed it between my lips. Caramel and loads of it is all i can taste. It wasnt actually bad either. I placed the mug down on the table and noticed how nice it actually was. It was long but rounded and it was a dark oak with resin down the middle looking like a river. "Where did you get this table". He placed his mug down and eyed the table then back up to me. "I made it" my eyes widened in shock and he smirked and let out a smug laugh. "Is it that shocking that im capable of making a table". "Ummm this nice..... Yeah" he cocked his head as in saying "really". I let out a laugh but before i could say anything else he said arent you suppose to be somewhere". I looked up at the clock and realized once again i was going to be late. I rushed around to my room and grabbed my school bag and stopped in my tracks right in front of the door. "Did you forget something" he questioned. "I left my car at my house and my keys" i lowered my head in defeat. "You need a ride" my head perked up and i shook my head yes. He pushed the chair away from the table and walked to the coffee table in the living room. He reached into a bowl and grabbed his keys. We both headed to the back through the wrap around porch and it lead to a garage where he punched in his code on a lock pad. He didnt even try hiding the numbers from me 1-4-8-7-1. The garage opened to show two cars and a motorcycle. The two cars; one a black jeep and the second a mclaren, also black. The motorcycle was a dark shade of green and had black trimming along it. "Which one you wanna take", "which will get me there the quickest?". He thought for a second and grabbed a pair of keys off the wall and walked to the motorcycle. He climbed on placed his helmet on and motioned me to come near. I stood next to him, he placed the helmet on my head and strapped it. "Good" he asked. "I think so" he chuckled at that comment. "Hope on" i did so hesitantly. "Where do i hold on". He tilted his head slightly, "around my waist" "im sorry what did you say" "i know you heard me, so either grab on or fall off. Up to you." i hesitantly reached around him and oh was he nicely built. I could feel how muscly he was and realized the hoodie he was wearing was not doing him justice. He was actually quite a large dude.