"Why do you live where you live when you have all that money?" he asks.
"Probably for the same reason you drive that Toyota when you've got a Ferrari."
He nods.
"People go after you for your money." He says. "Is that why you work? Appearance?"
"It's something to do." I say.
"Are you ashamed of the money?"
I frown.
"No. Why?"
He shrugs.
"Are you?" I ask.
He shakes his head, pulling his phone out.
He shows me his bank.
He's got six hundred million and I've got five hundred million.
"What do your parents do?" he asks.
"My grandfather invented Microsoft." He says. "My Dad has more money than he knows what to do with, and he's the CEO of Microsoft. My Mom was a stay at home Mom. I think that's why Hannah married my Dad. His money."
He sighs.
"My parents own bright house." He says. "You know I only have two brothers, right? And three cousins? You told Steve it was four and four or something."
"I know." I say. "It makes it sound more emotional."
Shane
I wish it was sunset.
She looks so beautiful sitting there. I wish the sky was dancing behind her.
We're quiet.
"Do you like bubble baths?" I ask, tilting my head to the side.
She nods.
"Yeah. They're nice when I'm sore from my period...or tired. Or stressed."
"Do you leave a path of clothes from the tub?"
She frowns.
"Sometimes."
"Do you dance in your underwear? I can see you doing that with a glass of wine."
She smiles, nodding.
"What kind of wine?" I ask.
"Red." She says.
"Do you sing well?"
She shrugs.
"Not really. What's your favorite color? Do you shower for a long time? When's the last time you took a bath? Do you light your fireplace a lot? Do you dance in your underwear?"
"Light blue, I shower for a long time if I've had a bad day, I think the last time I had a bath, I was ten and had a high fever. I light the fireplace when I'm upset or stressed because watching the flames dance remind me of innocence. And no, I don't dance in my underwear." He tilts his head to the side. "What's your favorite color?"
"I'll show you later." She says.
"Okay."
"Are you a good cook?" I whisper.
She shrugs.
"I suppose. I'm not a five star chef, but I can follow a recipe. My grandmother makes me help with holiday dinners. Are you a good singer?"
I smile.
"I'm a terrible singer."
She smiles.
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He's a Keeper
Teen FictionFelicity Walker, the anxious girl with trust issues, is thought as a low-life. She only works and comes home. She has one friend, but she's states away. After issues at her job, she quits, and she's meets a guy. This guy though, is the most alluring...
