Once Upon A Song

Chapter Three

I stared in awe as Alexander drove me up the circular driveway to the house the other three boys lived in.

Sorry, did I say house? I meant freaking mansion.

Alexander unloaded my bags and we alked up the stone steps to the ornate front door. He pushed it open, stepping back to allow me to go in first. Brushing my shaggy bangs out of my face, I gaped at the huge foyer. 

"You're here!" a cheerful voice called out, and I turned to see Charlie loping toward me, beaming. His chestnut hair was glossy in the sunlight, and I resolved to find out what brand of shampoo he used.

"I'm here," I agreed. "This place is amazing!"

Charlie looked around dismissively. "Yeah, I guess. Here, your room is this way."

I followed him down a hallway past a living room with bright red couches and a giant flatscreen tv on the wall and a spacious, impeccably clean granite kitchen. We passed three doors, a red one, a blue one, and a yellow one before reaching the fourth and last door in the hallway. It was purple. 

"Here you go!" Charlie chirped. I turned the bronze handle on the door and entered the room, Alexander lugging my bags in behind me. I gasped out loud.

The room was seriously the size of my old apartment. The bed was a great four-poster in the middle of the room with a royal purple bedspread and huge, soft looking pillows. There was a dark wooden nightstand, a purple bookshelf built into the wall, and a closet that could house an entire family comfortably. The floor was polished wood with a shaggy black rug that matched the silk curtains over the huge french windows. Artsy black and white prints in purple frames were scattered on the walls and a beat-up old guitar was leaning in the corner.

"I'm in the room with the yellow door, Trey has the blue door, and Aiden has the red."

I turned to Charlie. "Do your guys' rooms match the color of the door too?"

He chuckled. "Yeah."

"Awesome," I breathed.  There was a sharp rap on the door.

"Knock, knock," a deep voice said, and I turned to see Trey lounging in the doorway, hands in the pockets of his artfully faded jeans.

"Settling in?" he asked, smiling at me.

I grinned back at him. "This place is so cool."

He raised a brow, amused. "Glad you think so. We were all going to get some burgers, do you want to come?"

I glanced at Alexander, who nodded encouragingly.

"Yeah, sure," I replied. Trey gave me a slow smile, and I blushed, looking away.

"Awesome," he said. "Let's go. Charlie, you're driving."

Charlie groaned. "Aw, man. Is Aiden coming?"

Trey frowned slightly. "No, he's...busy."

Both boys' eyes slid subtly toward me.

"Does he not like me or something?"

"Don't take it personally," Charlie said soothingly, "He just didn't think we needed a fourth member."

I scowled. "So he's pouting?"

Trey burst out laughing. "God, I wish he had heard you say that!"

I remained unamused. 

"Don't worry about it, dude," Charlie said. "Let's just go get some grub."

I still frowned, but allowed myself to be ushered out of the room.

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