I was living in the mansion my parents left me when they died. Its too big for me alone, so I put an ad in the paper to rent out a room. I sighed and walked into the big spacious living room with the vintage sofa, coffee table, chairs, and chandelier. I grabbed the TV remote and turned on the giant plasma tv, before plopping down on the couch.
I heard a knock on the front door and got up to answer it. I stopped and checked my hair in the mirror, making sure the purple streaks were still showing against the black. When I opened the door I was taken aback by what I saw. A boy, about my age, it looked, was standing there. His black hair covered his eyes and his pale skin looked even paler against his black skinny jeans, black Blue October t-shirt, and black Vans.
"Can I help you?" I asked politely.
"I'm here for the room rental..." He said quietly.
"Alright, please come in." I stepped aside and he picked up his bag and walked in quickly.
"Whats the rent?"
"There is no rent, I just don't want to be in this huge house alone."
"Can you show me to my room please?" He asked, demeanor changing completely.
"Of course," I stated, walking toward the staircase. "right this way."
He followed me up the stairs, down the hall and to his room. He walked in first and set his bags on the canopy bed.
"Thank you, Ms...?"
"Rose. Violet Rose." I said softly. "You're welcome Mr...?"
"Ash. Asher Duncan."
I nodded and smiled weakly. "Dinner is at 5. Call if you need anything."
I closed the door and walked back down stairs. Well. At least I'm not going to be alone in this place anymore... The clock chimed, signalling the passing of another hour. I walked into the kitchen and looked in the fridge for something to turn into dinner.
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Twisted Love **HIATUS**
Teen FictionViolet's parents died a year ago, leaving her the huge family mansion. She doesn't want to stay alone in the place, so she put an add in the paper. A boy answers her prayers for company, but will they just be room mates, or something more?
