Chapter One: Nineteen year old Brat faces him boys love.
I sat there looking at the ceiling and wondering when he will come home, it’s just the same white with the pokey things on it well I take a deep sigh.
“What am I thinking WE are not LOVERS?”
I get up off of the marble floor I know there’s like a soft comfy couch not even fifteen feet away from me and I just sit on the world’s most expensive floor, and I hear the key go in the rose wood door that has a bouquet of snowdrops on them, and I run to the door.
“Ren you are home!” I yelled
DOO----M, it’s just the maid in her stupid out fit on black hair and brown eyes.
“Ren sent me here to give you this.” Said the maid
I take the rose red parchment paper out of her youthful hands and she goes on to the kitchen.
“Damn, rich boys gotta snatch a lovers letter from the messenger, well don’t Shoot me!” said the maid out loud
I look at her and I go back and open up the letter slowly.
My love I am sorry that I did not come home in time I made reservations to our restaurant get ready I will be there around eight fifteen pm.
Ware your best tux.
With all my love, Ren
My heart races and I look at the clock.
“Seven fifty, I can make it if I don’t take a shower.”
I run in the room and I see the king sized bed that is not made and I stare at it and my heart continues to race and I walk over to the ivory white doors and open and I take out my expensive Italian tux and I start stripping.
“Maid doesn’t touch this room!”I yelled
“I have a name!” She yelled back
“Yea what is it L A Z Y! Or M O O C H E R! Even if I D O N apostrophe T G I V E A F*&% ?” I responded
She laughs and I walk out and she looks at me.
“Well some one looks nice.” She said hotly
“Thanks that’s what I get for being a model.” I beamed
She glares and me and goes back to work, “You are nineteen years old, you have a pent house that is ALL YOURS all the girls want you and you don’t touch a whimsical thing they send you and that is why you don’t use it.” Snapped the maid
“Don’t know but one I know I have the looks two I don’t want to bitches and three I don’t get fat.” I responded
She looks at me and I put my shoes on and she laughs.
“What is so funny?” I asked
“Just next time don’t ask for anything got that.” She said
“All right, you know the drill don’t eat the god DAMN food, don’t watch TV and DO YOUR WORK!” I said spitefully
I ran out in the corridor and I hear her say “OK”
I am pushing through people and they look at me and they shout and I shout back and I fix my hair and I get out of the apartment building and the moon is out and I smile.
“Ah I need a camera to show Ren this.”
I start walking in the night time lights the city is full of life and the skylines are amazing and I continue to walk and I see him walk in the flower shop.
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Power of the Rose
Teen FictionCold, Spiteful, Nineteen year old, male, Ambrosa "Ambrose." or "Amber." Basile has been a actor ever since he was two, and Renne "Ren" D'amor has been a Male model ever since he was six and soon later they both meet, at a photo shoot. Ren is sweet...