The 7 Sins

Chapter 4

Arabella's POV

As I start to carry my boxes into the big mansion, I stop at the doorway. So I'm really going to live here huh? Chris and Dylan are helping me set the boxes in my room since everyone else is taking Melissa and my dad to the airport. At least my dad can't embaress me while he's gone. I frown as I remember what he said before he left. "Make sure you email me instead of calling me because I won't recieve your calls. If anything happens, contact me. Also, if ANYONE tries to DO anything to you, run towards Ms. Roberts house and stay there until you call the police."

I chuckle as I remember the seriousness in his voice. The worst part is, he said it in a way that made it sound like he couldn't trust the guys. Suddenly, someone nudges me out of my fantasies.

"Hey Ara, are you hungry?" I stare up in shock when I realize what Dylan just called me. Finally, a huge grin comes to my face, "Ara?"

Hey looks confused, but then instantly apoligizes, "Oh sorry. I just wanted to give you a nickname that's easy to say. Are you okay with it?"

I nod,"Yes, and to answer your question, yes I'm hungry. Do you mind if I borrow your kitchen? I'll make something for us three since the other guys won't be back until late."

"Oh yeah, go ahead. Thanks by the way." He smiles at me as i get up and go downstairs towards the kitchen. 

Dylan's POV

As soon as she leaves, Chris jumps towards me, "Dude, what is she doing downstairs?"

I stare up at him, "Umm... Making food for all of us... She won't make any for the other guys since they won't be here in time." I smile, thinking that Chris and I are lucky enough to be the first ones to eat her cooking. 

I notice Chris just sitting there, staring at her boxes and I know what he's thinking. "Chris, if you go through her stuff she, mom, and Richard will kill you." He immedietly steps back when he hears Richard's name. 

I don't blame him though, since Richard is a scary guy. We finished carrying all of Arabella's heavy boxes upstairs in her room. She has a purple room that is the second largest room in the house with sound proof walls. I'm glad she has the second biggest room, seeing how many boxes she has. 

I get an urge to open one of the boxes. Just one. She won't mind if I accidently open one of her boxes. Before my curiousity gets the best of me, Arabella calls us downstairs.

Chris's POV

We run downstairs and our instantly welcomed with the smell of pasta with hot steamy mashed potatoes and bread rolls. Our mouth instantly falls open when we see the cake Arabella is pouring icing on. Holy Jesus! She can cook! That's it, She's staying with us forever!

I run past Dylan and sit on the chair closest to Arabella and the food. She gestures for us to eat the food first and I'm glad she did. The first bite I took overflowed my mouth with delicious tastes. It tasted alot better than my mom's burnt bread rolls with lumpy mashed potatoes and undercooked pasta.

I turn my face towards her. "You are and angel sent from heaven to fill my stomach with the food I've been lacking since I could pick up a spoon!" She laughs hard as she sees the seriousness in my face and I laugh to when I realize how dumb I sounded. 

"I'm glad you like it, really. I was worried that-" she gets cut off by the sound of my idiot brothers hurdeling through the doors. They stop halfway to the stairs and turn their heads towards the food.

As if hungry wolves, they attack the food and say the exact same thing I said. She laughs some more than asks, "Have you guys never eaten home cooked food?"