“Finally.” I sighed as I got off the plane. “That five hour ride was torture.” I complained to my father, who was right next to me. We were at the baggage claim, trying to get our bags. I put up my short brown hair into a pony trying to keep it out of my face.
“Stop complaining. A least we are not in Minnesota anymore.” He said to me. He always gets a little irritable when we travel.
“True. Now I can just sit in the sun a read my book on the beaches of California!” I squealed.
“Not so loud, Lilliana.” He groaned. For the rest of the time at the airport I just day dreamed about meeting a hot guy on the beach and other scenarios. When we got to the house I tried to stop myself for screaming. The house we were staying at was owned my a friend of my fathers. It was a very big, and by big I mean big, white house that was sat on the beach. The beach looked to be private, but I wasn’t for sure.
My father told me he had two sons and one of them was about my age. The 18 year old was Alex and the 15 year old was Chris. We got our bags out of the trunk and I held myself back from running up to the door. I got to the door and knocked. It opened revealing and extremely attractive guy.
“Hi, I’m Alex. You guys must be Sam and Lilliana?” He asked. So this wan’t the boy my age, but if the gene pool was this good, then I think I will like what I see when I see Chris.
“Yeah that’s us.” I said.
“Well you should come in and unpack. Chris volunteered to show you around Cali for the day. That is, if you want.” He said. I got butterflies when he said that but I just ignored them. I mean, I haven’t even seen the guy before.
“That would be perfect.” I said back. Trying not to squeal again. A potentially hot guy who hasn’t even seen my yet, volunteered to take me out for the day.
“Oh, hold on I’ll get Chris to come and bring you to your room. Come in first though!” He said to us holding the door open. “CHRIS!” He yelled behind himself. Seconds later I hear feet pounding down the stairs. When I saw him I almost melted. His sandy brown hair fell into his eyes. When he pushed his hair back, I saw his crystal blue that look about the same color as the ocean behind him.
“Hey, I’m Chris.” He said, and I have to say this, his voice sounds amazing. He sounds like he would have a good singing voice.
“Hi, I’m Lilliana. But you can call me Lilly.” I said to him. I stuck out my hand for a hand shake, very professional, I know, but he had other ideas. He took my hand and instead of shaking it, he pulled me into a hug. It surprised me so it took me a second but I soon realized and hugged him back.
“Okay, if you two lovebirds are done you should really go show her around before it gets dark.” Alex said. We broke apart, as we did I felt my cheeks heating up from embarrassment. I picked up my suitcase and I followed Chris as he showed me to my room. I walked in an put my suitcase at the base of the queen sized bed. I looked around the room and the walls were white and so were the pillows on the bed. Around the room there were purple accents. The comforter was purple, there was a purple rug on the floor, and there were a few random things around the room like a purple chair, and a purple desk, with some white and purple pencil holders, and there also was a purple bookshelf.
When I was done looking around the room I looked at Chris and he was just leaning against the door frame. When he saw me look over at him he stood up straight and walked over to me.
“So, do you like the room?” He asked looking hopeful.
“Yes I do. This is like my dream room.” I said back. It was true. This really was my dream room.
