Bodyguard

Can't Wait To Get Started, Boss.

I walked up the circular stairs and stood in front of a long hallway with lots of doors. I opened the first door on the right, but it was a bathroom. I opened the door next to it, and it was a closet.

 Sighing, I went a few doors down and opened that door.

I almost shrieked.

Tristan was standing there in nothing but a towel hanging low on his hips.

He scared the fire out of me!

"Oh God, I'm SO sorry!,"I panicked, covering my eyes.

"Just get out,"Tristan said simply. 

I turned around with my eyes still covered and tried to maneuver my way out of the room, I bumped into something hard (probably a wall) and clutched my forehead.

"Ow,"I muttered.

"Just open your eyes and leave!,"Tristan angrily snapped at me.

I could tell he was losing his patience, so I opened my eyes and did my very very best not to look at him, then walked out of the room and closed the door behind me. I leaned against the door and sighed.

I was not expecting that.

It's just that this place looks so dark and dead that I keep forgetting there's another living thing here other than me.

Wait, I still don't know where my room is. 

I turned back around and lightly knocked on the door."What?,"Tristan groaned from the other side.

"Um, you never showed me to my room,"I said, trying to be as calm as possible. 

This guy is really pushing it with the rudeness.

The door suddenly flew open and Tristan stepped out.

"Follow me,"he said, walking past me.

"So.... are you going to bed now?,"I asked, trying to make small talk.

"No,"Tristan replied.

"What're you going to do?,"I asked.

"Nothing that concerns you,"he answered.

"Yep, you're right. Like always,"I said sarcastically. 

Tristan led me to a door at the end of the hall and opened it. 

I stepped in and admired the place. It was a big room with a beige gold and red Victorian themed room. Actually, now that I think about it, this entire place is Victorian style. Maybe it's a mansion from back then. 

"It's pretty,"I said, turning around to look at Tristan who was already gone.

"Uh... okay,"I mumbled. I went over to the bed and sat on it, subconsciously touching my necklace. I'm not ready for bed yet.

"I'm bored,"I said, quietly. 

I decided to get up and walk out of the room. I walked down the long hallway and made my way down the stairs. I walked around until I found the living room again. I saw Tristan sitting in the living room with shorts and no shirt on, watching something on tv. I walked in and sat on one of the couches.

"What're you watching?,"I asked.

"... Supernatural,"Tristan said in a bored tone.

"Um, can I see if one of my shows is on?,"I asked, hopefully. 

Tristan threw me the remote and I caught it.

Surprisingly.

I went to abc family and prayed that a Pretty Little Liars rerun was on. It wasn't, the Fosters was on.