Chapter 19

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It was like i was in a dream. I was warm inside. He smelled like the sweet ocean, and his lips were like sugar to my mouth. I could feel him smiling, and i knew that i was smiling too. When we pulled apart,his smile was still etched upon his face.

"Very good, now we can run the actual scene." Loureiro continued. We did the whole scene 5 times, and kissed in each of them. No one had come back from lunch, except Lucy who was sitting there giggling to death. I rolled my eyes whenever i saw her doing it, and before i knew it, practice was over. I grabbed my bag, and walked out of the studio with Lucy, while Jullian was inside talking with some of his theater friends. I smiled at the thought of him, buy kept walking out to the car.

On Sunday, we went to go and visit my new house. Lucy knew exactly where this house was, because it was one of the oldest, with the most land. As we drove up the gravel path, the house came into view. It was big, and very beautiful. I grabbed the key that was in my bag and opened the door. It may have looked very old, and rustic on the outside, but on the inside it was magnificent. It had brand new hard wood floors, with a beautiful furnished living room. As we inspected the house, we discovered that my Father had bought the house furnished. Every room looked magnificent. We walked up the spiral staircase into the highest room in the tallest wing of the house to find my bedroom. It was white. Everything in that room was white. The bed frame, the vanity, the curtains, etc. Obviously my bed wasn't decorated. I had my own sheets that i wanted to bring. Everything i owned was in the trailer behind Lucy's bug. Including paint, because i knew that i would want some of my artistic details in my new found home. I looked at Lucy.

"Ready to get this room painted and furnished?" i asked her. She nodded her head and rolled up her sleeves. We started by pushing everything in that room, to the center so we could get started. We jogged out to the car to grab the paint. I was thinking that my room would be a nice purple. We immediately took the lids off the paints, and began. We had one wall done within and hour, and loved on to the next, we were completely finished with in 5 hours of hard work. We had to let the paint dry, so we took the bug over to the furnishing store, to find some decorations for the room. Lucky for us, that RSWilleys was having an enormous sale that day. We didn't want to change the white carpet, but we did find a matching purple rug, a chair, and a super cheap, chandelier to hang on my ceiling. We giggled as we left the store with all of out new things. We grabbed some lunch to-go and headed back to the house.

By the time we got back to the house the paint was still a little stick, so we sat in the kitchen and ate out lunches. We smiled and laughed at all the funny stories of Theater and cats. We probably sat there for nearly 2 hours, just sitting and talking. Once we were finished, we went back upstairs, finally the paint was dry. We pushed the bed up against the wall, and moved the vanity to the side, and my new chair to the other side. We walked to her car, and grabbed my new decorations. I set up my bed frame, and pillows, and Lucy came in and helped draw cute, green, swirls on the purple walls. We layed out the large purple rug. We were too exhausted to call an electrician to get the chandelier up, so we decided to do it later.We went back to her car after i locked up and went back to her house. I had school tomorrow, so i was going back to my Aunts house. I grabbed my things from Lucy's room, and then she drove me home. When i entered the house, it looked awful. There were picture littering the floor with holes burned into them, there was broken glass on the floor, Alice was crying hysterically. I ran to where she was and picked her up, she wasn't hurt, just scared i suppose. My Aunt walked into the room. She didn't look to good, she was sobbing hysterically, and she had a lighter in her hand. She was burning all the pictures.

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