Freshman Year

Chapter 10

We got up to the dark blue front door and Peter's mom unlocked it and let us in. I followed behind Peter into a huge front room. It had wooden floors, high ceilings, a chandelier hanging from the white ceiling, stairs leading upstairs with a white banister, and also a hall that led into what I'm assuming was the kitchen. There was a door that closed off a room I wasn't sure was meant to be seen. Peter then started walking towards the kitchen. I followed behind him like the lost puppy I was in this huge house.

"so this is the kitchen. Hey mom can you make us a snack?" he asked looking toward where his mom stood by the toaster oven on the granite counter top. She rolled her eyes but nodded.

"what does V want?" she asked. I was shocked but quickly answered her.

"oh I'm not hungry don't worry about me." I quickly stated. I felt bad taking food from them. Peter looked at me but didn't say anything. Then he turned back to his mom.

"can you put some pizza rolls in the toaster oven?" he asked eagerly. I laughed at how excited he was. His mom nodded and pulled them out of the sleek black freezer. I looked around at the white cabinets and thought about how everything looked so fancy and expensive in this house. "okay, so I was thinking we could work on the project in my room, is that okay with you?" he asked me. I nodded and then his mother chimed in.

"I want the door open at all times and you better just be working on the project you two." she smirked looking between the two of us. My cheeks instantly went bright pink and I stumbled over my words.

"oh no! we're not...no we aren't together!" I told her. She smiled and looked between us one more time.

"okay, whatever you say." she murmured as she walked out of the room. I felt my cheeks cooling down as Peter and I waited for the pizza rolls to be ready.

"so, I have a laptop in my room we can use to work on the project. Oh and I only have one chair so if you want I can work on the floor and you can take the desk." he offered. I laughed at his gesture.

"I don't care as long as I can actually get some work done. This project is going to kill me." I informed him. He nodded in agreement. Then we waited another two minutes before his pizza rolls were ready. He popped them into a bowl and he started heading upstairs to what I was assuming to be his room.

When we got in there it was a lot neater then expected. He had hardwood floors but there was a brown rug that covered a good amount of the floor anyway. His walls were a bright blue but not in an obnoxious way. He had a wooden desk in the corner and he had a matching dresser as well. His bed looked like a really comfortable queen sized bed with a black comforter on top of it. His room was just as nice as the rest of his house.

"so lets get started?" he said in a questioning tone. I nodded my head and set my bag down leaning against the dresser. I sat down in the black velvet wheel-y chair that he had in front of the desk. Then he plopped down onto the floor and I laughed.

"why don't you just use your bed?" I asked him. He thought for a minute and then finally took my suggestion. He moved all his books to the foot of his bed and got out all the necessary paperwork for this project.