Housefull

Chapter 1

Skylar's PoV

Free House? More like rapists looking for unsuspecting victims. Well, I mean I could go take a look and keep 999 on dial, in case something happens. I take a glace at the photo at the bottom, a tall building that looked old, ancient but it was clearly newly build, dimly shaded windows that you can't see into, probably for privacy on the photo.  The address is a few blocks away, a distance that wasn't worth calling someone to drive me. 

I go to my room, climbing the stairs that never seemed to end and get dressed. I put on some cute denim shorts, a cream top and a long, grey cardigan that almost stretched to completely cover the shorts. Grabbing my purse - my only source of money - and my phone, I slip on my Adidas Superstars; putting my shades atop my head

The apartment that I live in is small, big enough to house only me and my wallowing feelings of being alone. My bed was the I had taken from my old home, years old and rickety: it creaked every time something moved on it.  As I walk, I pull out my phone, deciding to text my red-haired best friend. 

Skye: Hey Gene!!

Gen: Hi Skye! What's up?

Skye: On my way to check out a house that I saw an advertisement for in the street. It said it was free but I'm not quite sure if they're trying to find victims... What's up with you?

Gen: Just about to go out with Dallad.

Skye: Dallad?

Gen:My dog? I told you about him last week??

Gen: Dallas*

Skye: Ohhhhhhh. Well I'm almost there so I've got to run. Byeeee!

Gen: Byeeee!

I press the power button on my phone and the screen dims, so I stuff it in my purse and find the address, seeing the house from the ad, I was right. The windows were just dimmed in the photo.

A tall door stretches up above me, and I press a doorbell that seemed too low to be for the average-sized adult, and a chime sounds, a young boy, around my age, soon emerging from behind it. The 'boy' has the most beautiful, brown eyes and long eyelashes that touch the skin under his eyebrows. His dirty, blond hair covers most of his forehead as a fringe.

"Hi, how can I help you?" He has a deep voice, unexpectedly soothing to me, as if it were trying to lull me into a deep sleep, and if I were in a movie cliche, I wouldn't even have time to oblige before I fell into a trance.  

"I'm Skylar Abbey, but everyone calls me Skye. I saw an advert in the newspaper about a free house?" I say, unsure that my legs would hold my weight any longer. 

"Yeah. This is a shared house. At the moment there are 15 of us living here for free. We each get our own room and share a bathroom between each of us. It is welcome for anyone to come and live with us, all you need to do is sign a contract. You want a tour? Oh and I'm Josh" He asks me. Should I go in? It will be a good place to stay and it free, which will help the fact that I don't have enough money to even buy an apartment to pay rent.

"Yes, please."

He steps to the side and opens the door wide, silence from the hinges. As I step into the door, he moves to close the door behind me and I stay still, baffled from the interior design. It was clearly expensive, so who ever was paying the rent and taxes, were loaded. 

"This," he gestures to the room in front of us, "is the main living room. Everyone is out doing there own thing, but someone had to stay at home in case anyone showed up to look around, that's why I'm here." He speaks quietly, as if not to wake anyone. Maybe there's a ghost baby somewhere. I thought, a small smile tugging at the corners of my mouth.

The living room is vast, seeming so full that it was homey. There's a large flat screen TV mounted on the left wall, the L-Shaped sofa and chair positioned to face it and I could fantasise the no matter where you sat, you'd get a perfect view of the movie. Cupboards full of movies that had obviously been organised into genre, a hand written note hangs on the wall next to the cabinet:

PLEASE - don't mess up the DVDs again, if you take on, bring it back and put it in the right place. :) 

~ Jennifer  

"That's my fault," Josh says, motioning at the note. "She get's agitated when someone messes with them, and her bookshelf. Don't dare touch the bookshelf." 

He leads me to the next room which is the kitchen. It is a reasonable size. With all the accessories that are necessary, it was clean and pristine, the smell of whatever they had had for breakfast still roaming, and the aroma was delicious.

We walk into the dining room, which is long, formal, wooden table with at least 20 seats. Around the room are cabinets filled with China, on display and looking like they hadn't ever been used. 

"We barely use this room, but on special occasions, like Christmas... and breakfast, but we eat lunch separately and the evening meal is eaten to a movie in the living room," He explains, using hand gestures.  

I nod. We continue the tour and he shows me the games room, which has a table tennis table, a pool table, a TV for video games and bean bags spread across the room, there were posters and another note from 'Jennifer', telling who ever was in here to clean up after themselves because she had to for the forth time this week, and that 'this week' had only been two days. 

Next he takes me outside, where there is a massive pool and lounge chairs around it, but there's a cover over the pool, and Josh tells me that it only comes off when the pool's getting used by more than 3 people. Planted flowers litter the floor where I looked, in vibrant, healthy colours

"We spend a lot of time here in summer. All of us are really close."

We walk back into the house and he shows me upstairs, where he shows me where the bedrooms and bathrooms are. He leads me to one bedroom towards the end of the corridor and opens the door. Inside is a queen sized bed, two bedside tables, a walk in wardrobe and a dressing table. It was the size of a dream room, plenty of room to decorate. He walks in and goes to the window that went from the floor to the ceiling, ending in an arch at the top. 

"Each room has a balcony," he opens the curtain and shows me the reasonable sized balcony, with two chairs and a table, without opening the translucent doors. "If you decide to live here then this will be your room."

This is an opportunity I can't decline.

Okay. Okay. Hello Person Reading this. Just to be clear, Ash wrote this chapter but this is Danni writing this. Uhm... Okay. So this is a shared account and... Yeah. Hi.

At the top of chapters in books or whatever, we will state the character's name if it's their POV and we will say who wrote the chapter at the bottom. Most likely, we will be active and yeah. I think that's about it? Maybe?

Edited on 14/02/18 by Danni