Going To The Crubilous House (Part 1)

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Narrator's Point Of View

Liam woke up excited for the journey to the Crubilous House. Lilian was also excited, after all of the relentless stalking and creeping, she will finally meet this 300 year old man (or so he seems). Grayson did not really care for this experience. He just thought of it as making a new friend or enemy. Leni felt both happy and sad. She thought if Mr. Crubilous was good, she would lose her best friend Lilian. If Mr.Crubilous was bad, then she would feel disappointed, but she would still talk to her.

Grayson's Point Of View

I don't really care about the Crubilous house. I honestly could care less. Oh, I'm getting a call from Liam. Ring! Ring!

Grayson: Hey Liam!
Liam:Hey! Umm...are you busy?
Grayson: No. Why do you wanna know?
Liam: I was wondering if we could go to the Crubilous House before we all went together just to make sure that this guy is...good.
Grayson: That seems a little extreme... Are you for sure that we should do this?
Liam:Of course! We are the men in this group and we need to make sure everything is ok. To make sure no body gets hurt.
Grayson: Ugh! Fine! We can take a QUICK look at the house. But that is it!
Liam: Yes! We have to meet...Now! Meet me at the Crubilous house!
Grayson: O..okay.

Liam has disconnected.
Grayson has disconnected.

Well then, I should probably get going.

Narrator's Point Of View

Grayson ran to his porch to grab his bike. He lives to far away to just bike, plus he has a drivers license, but not a car. Liam was already there, but knew he had to wait for Grayson. When Grayson got there, they knocked on the door.

Italicized= Mr.Crubilous
Underlined=Grayson
Bold= Liam

Hello? What do you need? He has a very raspy voice, as if he smoked. We were wondering if we could come here later tonight, but with some other friends. I know we just met you, but my friend wants to get to know you. The girl in the turquoise house? Yes, how did you know? 

Continued in the next chapter...

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