Chapter three

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MICHAEL

Ashley. Ashley Irvine. A cool lad he is. He came to pick me up from the airport. I'm staying with him for the year. He's a bit jumpy but I'm just glad he's not a total dick. Luke ended up having to stay with Calum's family. I don't really know whether that's a win or lose situation. Calum was acting like an ass on the plane and then was cuddling up to Luke, yet Luke doesn't even seem to be confused with Calum's behaviour. My head spins just by thinking about it.

Ashley takes me to his house. I've got to admit, he's loaded. His house has two stories with columns, giving it the classic look. It's all white on the outside. Although it's dark, I can tell it looks like a house a hot white girl would own in some chick flick. He finds his keys in his right pocket in his black skinny jeans. He opens the front door and my jaw drops. Inside is a massive hall with a double staircase, to my left is fish tank; floor to ceiling. To my right is a cinema room by the looks of it.

"Your room is up stairs to the right. I'll show you the way." Ashley tells me. He picks up my bags and starts going up the stairs. "We are going to have so much fun. You have to meet my friends. We can be a group and..." he goes on a little longer and I zone out after a while. I can't believe this will be my home for a year. Most people can only dream of even seeing a house like this. Ashley's giggly voice interrupts my thoughts.

"Ok so I will see you tomorrow to get ready for school. You missed the first day but that's ok." He talks a little more before leaving to his room down the hall.

I open my door and trust me I'm not disappointed. A king size bed, flat screen TV and my own bathroom are inside. God, I sound like a girl but this is amazing. I drop my bags and do a run up. I jump on my bed and yes, it's very comfy. I fall asleep straight away, without even getting dressed or getting in the bed.

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I wake up three hours later in the same position I was when I fell asleep. I get up and take off all my clothes except my boxers. I move the dozens of pillows and cushions covering my bed and get in. I hear a voice. Ashley's to be precise. He's talking to someone. Letting my curious side get attention, I get up and walk out into the hall. I tip toe down to Ashley's room and put my ear on the door. I know I shouldn't be eavesdropping but Australians are really interesting. I hear a muffled voice. I think he's on the phone.

"There's something wrong Catie, I can feel it." Who's Catie? His girlfriend? Is she hot? No Michael. You don't care if she's hot or not.

"Is there a problem?" I hear a woman's voice behind me. I whip around to face a woman who looks to be in her late forties.

"Uh no I was just looking for the bathroom," I reply. I look down to realise I'm just wearing my boxers and cover that area with my hands and blush. She laughs.

"I'm Anne-Marie but you can just call me Anne. You must be Michael." She holds her hand out for me to shake. I politely refuse since I was just holding my crotch area. "Well the bathroom is down the hall to the right. I'll welcome you tomorrow morning Michael." She says.

"Thankyou Anne," I say and walk to the bathroom. When I'm done with my business, go back to my room. I can't hear any voices in Ashley's room anymore. I go back to bed and finish what I started 3 hours ago.

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"Michael, mate. I'm sorry but you have to get up," I hear Ashley's annoying, yet somehow comforting voice from outside my bedroom door.

"Okay I'm up," I groan and roll out of bed. I check out my new bathroom and get in the super-jet shower that I somehow own now. I wash my light blue hair and scrub my body with the pink loofa hanging on the shower head.

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