College experience

Chapter 31

Hey peeps! It's like 1:30 am and I really can't sleep. Any advise. School is over on Friday so hopefully that means more updates quicker. I'm so excited!!!!

------------------Andrew

I stopped when my feet touched the ground, and stared in awe at the monumental structure in front of me.

Don't get me wrong. All of France that we drove through was remarkable and gorgeous, but nothing compared to the castle that was standing nice and tall with two people already standing at the entrance.

At least this explains the limos.

I look around the beautiful landscape as we walk up the stone walkway. Flowers and statues litter the entire front yard, if you can even call it a yard. Fountains spewing water, colorful fish swimming in ponds, and red, yellow, blue, and purple flowers line the house and walkway.

The smell of lilac and rose assaults my nose and I breathe in deeply, feeling comforted by the seemingly untouched peace of heaven.

I was so side tracked by everything that we made it up to the people at the door before I even had time to refocus.

"Grandmother," Briar looks at the woman, "Grandfather." They both smile at him.

Elisabeth Friday is an absolutely stunning creature. With golden hair that cascades like a waterfall down her back and bright icy blue eyes, she was definitely something to look at. She wore tasteful clothing, seaming to stick with a corset like top from the Victorian era, but pairing it with a pair of high-waisted black jeans and nice boots that wrap their way up her long legs. All in all, if I was gay, I would be pinning after her.

Lucian Friday looked just as stunning standing next to his wife, complimenting he graciously. With a silver shirt that flares out around his wrists and around his waist, laces up at his neck, and definitely outlines the centuries of nonstop labor and work, he is a drool worthy picture. He has his shirt half tucked into a pair of black slacks, and a pair on black shoes on his feet. With a head of raven black hair and warm blue eyes, I can tell where Briar gets his looks.

Lucian gives me a secret smile before Elisabeth waves us inside and both turn to the other guests.

We instantly step into a extravagantly decorated foyer, and I can already tell it is going to be a long three weeks.

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"Okay, we have two weeks until Christmas." I say holding my phone. Briar grunts in response, content with watching as I plan our month in France.

"How on earth did you time not one, but two full moons in this trip?" I look over at Briar and he shrugs, giving me a shit eating smile. I sigh and shake my head fondly.

"Let's see. Full moon number one is on Saturday. Full moon number two is on Christmas. Of course." I face palm, and then settle my head in both of my hands. I feel Briar's warm hand rub circles on my back and I sigh again.

A knock at the door makes me jump and yelp a little. I watched as Briar gets up to answer the knock. A red head dressed in a tailored suit stands at the door. Briar and the servant talk in hushed voices that even me superior hearing can't pick up. With a nod from Briar, the servant nods to me before disappearing behind the door frame.

"Grandfather wants to see us. He has also sent our only hybrid butler, Niall to take care of your needs. He is the only butler in the castle that I want you to trust. The others might try to poison you, or give your rotten blood or something. Just only trust him." Briar gets out in one go.

"The red head?"

"Yeah the red head." Briar says matter-of-fact.

"Okay, only take food from a red head that smells of seeder wood and pine needles. Got it."

"I'm glad that you got his scent. We also have his twin brother as a butler too. They look exactly alike and the only way to tell them apart is by the pine scent that Niall carries. Jude carries a wintergreen smell instead." I nod again, showing that I am listening.

Briar slumps down on the bed, clearly not wanting to face his grandparents right at that moment. He closes his eyes and rests his head in my lap. I run my fingers through his thick black hair and over his aristocratic features.

Sharp, jutting cheek bone that I had never realized before, with plump lips because of his pout. I chuckle at his expression before leaning down to give him a kiss. With my lips moving against his, I can feel him relax into my body, giving in.

When we break, we are both breathing hard.

"Did you just Spider-Man me?" Briar says, ruining the moment. I look at him confused, not really knowing what he was talking about.

"When Spider-Man swoops down and kisses Mary Jane while he is hanging upside down?" I think a minute, before it clicks and I remember what the original Spider-Mans were.

"Yes, I Spider-Maned your wonderful ass."