The Experiment (Draft)

Exploration

Lydia:

This must be a dream! An almost all white room, all my favorite books, designer perfume, two hot guys, what could be better? I relaxed my body on the most comfortable bed I have ever know, and breathed a sigh of contentment. One of the guys cleared his throat and I shot up.

"Sorry." I winced. "Hey, lets check out the closet." I said as I walked over to the arched door frame, and I practically felt my eyes pop out of their sockets. Prada, Chanel, Louis Vuitton, Louboutin, Marc Jacobs, all in this closet fit for Beyonce. Color, styles, designs, all different and in my size line the white racks. Ball gowns and high heels in all colors line the back wall, and I swear I'm in love. I sigh and rush over to the dresses, my fingers meeting a dress that isn't quite red, but isn't quite black with a high neckline and long sleeves draped to the floor. This is the kind of dress that Persephone would wear after she got used to the underworld. I smile an evil grin and turn to the boys.

"Excuse me for a moment." Their eyes widen as they see the dress and they walk out of the room into the hallway. I slip into the dress and pull my hair into a tight bun, and look into the mirror. I look like I'm going to a contest to become Lucifer's mistress, and I'm a shoo in. 

I find the boys in Luke's room, which is blue and modern, and their jaws drop out of fear more than attraction. I see Owen's Adam's apple bob up as he takes a gulp.

That's what I'm talking about.

"So who's making dinner?" I ask and I see their eyes refocus.

Silence.

"Owen? How about you?"

"Um, yeah, sure, I guess." They turn to continue admiring the rows of watches on Luke's wall. I see several with ROLEX printed on the face. Luke takes a grey one and replaces his old one on his veiny wrist. We walk into his closet, almost all of it's sports wear. Doesn't surprise me, Owen's life was basketball and tennis. You'd think that tennis was a wimpy sport, but not if you had never seen him play. Nike, Adidas, Under Armour and Champion logos decorate the tee shirts in various colors. 

"So Owen, if I have perfume and Luke has watches, what do you have?" I ask cocking an eyebrow.  He shrugs.

"I don't know, I haven't seen my room yet."  We walk down the hallway to a sign with Luke's name with it, and its green with a homy-log cabin-feel. Along the wall is various footballs and sports equipment, and the closet if full of button-ups and jeans. Owen reaches out and feels the cotton of a plaid red and blue flannel.

"Um, excuse me for a minute." Owen says in a high pitches voice and his hip popped in mock of me.