The Power (Solby)

Chapter 3

"Welcome to my home. I do some crazy things here." Elton laughed at Sam's wide eyes and open mouth as he stared at the large house in awe.

Placing a hand on Sam's back, Elton gently lead the blond through the front doors and into the house, letting him gaze in astonishment at the chandelier before walking him through the different rooms.

After giving him the tour of the downstairs and outside, Elton lead Sam upstairs.

"And now, I'll show you to your room." the bearded man explained before leading the boy into a room.

The room was pretty small, but it was the perfect size in Sam's eyes. One wall was pink, while the rest were white. The bed was really nice and covered with a plain, dark bedspread. In the corner was a really nice new desk. The walls had no holes, the curtain wasn't ripped, the door handle to the closet wasn't missing, and the door didn't squeak when you opened it. Overall, the room was amazing, and in much better shape than his last one.

"Sorry it's a bit small, but the other spare room is being turned into a bedroom for a new roommate." Elton shrugged empatheticlly.

"No, it's perfect." Sam said, grinning widely.

Elton grinned back before patting Sam on the back. "Well, I'll be downstairs if you need me." he said before starting downstairs.

"Wait." Sam called, causing Elton to stop.

"Yes?" Elton asked.

"Can I decorate it?" the blond asked, afraid that Elton might say no.

"Do whatever you want, son." Elton laughed slightly from the use of the word, but it just made Sam smile.

"Thank you." Sam beamed before Elton walked out of the door, shutting it behind him.

Sam looked around the room before immediately dimming the light a ton.

Opening his backpack, the thin boy took out the few clothes he had and hung them in the closet. He also dimmed the light in there, making sure it was still bright enough to correctly see the colors.

Placing the rest of his things in the desk drawers, Sam came up with an idea, but realized that he needed string in order to do so.

Unsure of where he could possibly get string as he didn't know where any stores were, the blond got up and opened the door, using a bit too much strength because of what he's used to and falling out the door, probably making a large crashing sound.

Groaning, Sam stood up and walked to the stairs, starting down. "UNCLE ELTON!" he yelled, before freezing, staring down the stairs.

At the bottom of the stairs was a boy about the same age as Sam, holding two suitcases. The black t-shirt he was wearing perfectly showed off the muscles in his arms and his hair was swept to the left.

Sam's eyes locked with the piercing blue of the boy and he found himself unable to do anything but stare.

Only one word was floating through his mind at that point, as he and this boy looked into each other's eyes:

Crap...