Alternate Ending

dream home

I made my way towards "Mocha Things," the cafe where I was supposed to meet Alex and Zander about 2 hours ago.

Damn these two, I've got to study for a few things, so if they don't show up in the next 10 minutes I'm heading out.

After a few minutes or so, I am alarmed by the sound of Zander and Alex laughing loudly. They're obviously a bit tipsy.

"Wow, so nice to see you two! You were supposed to be here in.. let's see.. T minus 2 hours ago!" I whisper angrily whilst pointing at my nonexistent watch.

"Calm down Hastings, it wasn't the easiest for Zachary to comply with our offer about you staying at our den." Zander laughs and gets up to take an order.

"So, about Zach, what did he say?" I ask Alex. By the looks of his facial expression, it was obvious that Zach probably went all satan about it.

"Zach did not like the idea at all." Alex bluntly says, but says a breathe and continues, "but we explained how you can help him. You see, Zander and I suck at clearing up the aftermath for his fight. I remember we gave him Peptol Bismol for a headache he had. It did not end well. This is why we need you!" Alex smiles.

"And did he agree? Because I'd rather not stay over if he hates me."

"Zach hates everyone."

"Oddly enough, I'm not surprised with that."

"Enough chit chat, let's go!" Zander comes back with our orders and we make our way towards their so called "den."

Wish me luck.

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As we make our way to the "den," which took nearly 45 minutes because Zander decided to drive around the city showing off his new black matte mustang, I am astonished at the site of this place. It's placement was ironic, for it seemed like a gorgeous country house in the middle of nowhere, but was only 10 minutes from NYU.

Their so-called "den" was absolutely beautiful. My inner pinterest/tumblr fanatic was crying tears of joy inside.

"Viola. Here we are." Alex smiles and leads me to the door as Zander carries my bags. Geez, why can't Zach be this courteous.

The interior of this house was completely astonishing. It was extremely neat and very "homy" if that was the word.

Alex leads me to my room and my inner pinterest/tumblr fanatic was not only crying tears of joy but was probably near to her death. It was a large room with stairs that led to a mini library and art-station at the top of the room, a computer desk beneath the stairs, and a hanging hammock bed by the center. The last time I checked these boys were fighters, not room designers.

"You like it?" my thoughts are alarmed by a voice too familiar to me. Zach.

"Um yeah it's really nice. How did you-"

"My sister designed the whole place. Each room is specifically designed to our interest." He says, looking at the large map placed by the stairs. There was a tone in his voice that had a bit of sadness, so I decided to bring up his sister.

"uh, thanks for making me stay." I mutter, attempting to avoid any awkward eye contact.

"Yeah, sure. But you need to be aware of some house rules." Zach says, taking a step closer to me. Crap, he smells so damn good. OK Eleanor, now is not the time to focus on his smell.

As if on cue his dark hazel eyes raked to me, leaving me with goosebumps through my body. His eyes that trailed through my body made me feel awkward and uncomfortable, but my heart froze when our eyes met.