Chocolate

Cologne

Charlie always smelt like strong cologne and sports to Noelle. She imagined his house being the replica of the boys' soccer locker room, his sport, but instead it was awfully posh. He lived alone, regardless of his mere 18 years of age and Noelle had never visited his new home bought by his overwhelmingly wealthy parents.

Walking through she smelt something like popcorn and more cologne. Again, she never visited the new house, so she knew nothing about the housekeepers or where his room was. A man dressed in jeans and a tucked in black shirt walked down the white marble steps.

"Hi sweetie, I didn't know you were coming. Is it 1 already?" he trotted down, glancing at his wrist.

"No, I'm sorry I didn't mention I was coming. Is Charlie here?" Noelle flattened out her straight brown hair.

"Right upstairs," the man gestured towards the broad set of stairs. With anticipation in her veins, Noelle took the turning staircase to a large hall up the way. Huge black poles with metal looking things on the tip, which Noelle had no clue what they were stood in front of the open doorway. A man and a woman lurked in the door, observing something taking place in the room. Curiosity prodded her brain, guiding her to the room. The clicking of her heels on the polished floor didn't evoke the people in the room, but what Noelle saw, evoked her.

"What the hell?" she yelled upon walking in.