My Roommate's Brother

Chapter 1

A.N. For those of you who don't know, I'm new to WattPad. This is my first story; so let me know what you think. Constructive criticism is appreciated.

"We're here!" My dad called from the front seat.

"Thank the Lord!" I yelled as I jumped out of the car, my bother following close beside me.

Hi. I'm Payton Chloe Grace. Use my middle name, and I will most likely hate you forever. I had been sitting in the car for over twelve hours. Not to mention those twelve hours were spent squished against my brother and the door.

"Mom! The Grace's are here!" Claire called from her seat on the deck. She ran down the stairs of the house we were all renting. "Payton! Oh my god! I've missed you soooo much!" She exclaimed, practically strangling me as she hugged me. "The roommate list is up! You have to come check it out." She released me.

She grabbed my little Mickey Mouse bag that held my laptop, iPod, phone and other things I need to keep myself occupied for twelve hours and I grabbed my suitcase and we went inside the bottom floor. We brought all the stuff into the elevator and pressed the second floor button.

Now, while we wait to get to the second floor, let me give you a short tour of our surroundings and what's going on.

First off, it is the middle of summer, the first week of August to be exact. We are in the Outer Banks, North Carolina, the Mark Twain House on the 4x4. It is a three levels, 18 bedroom, 15 and 2 1/2 bathroom house. Long story short, it's huge. Every year, my family, plus eight more would rent this house out for a week. That's nine families, with 23 kids ranging from ages 5 to 16 with 18 adults to keep us all in check...

On the first floor, there are 12 bedrooms and 9 bathrooms. There is also a 'game room' which has a bar (which we use for snacks and extra seats since it is right in front a flat screen TV), a pool table (usually used for water pong, which for those of you who don't know is the 'kid' version of beer pong), and the TV I mentioned before. Basically this floor belongs to the kids, and four sets of parents to 'keep us in check', but since they are always upstairs, it doesn't work.

On the second floor is the main floor. There is the kitchen/dining room, the Living room, and exercise room (which is never used) along with the entrance area that has a grand piano and a sitting area. The living room has three couches (which do no good with this many people), a flat screen and another bar. The kitchen has the general kitchen stuff, except it is stocked to the bursting point with food, and three tables that seat ten people apiece. The entrance hall is sort of difficult to explain, but I'll try. It is this huge room. There is a grand piano and sitting area like I said. Across from that is the stairs to the bottom floor, then on top of those stairs are the stairs to the third floor. On the other side on the stairs is the front door. Did you get that? 'Cause I didn't.

On the third floor, the stairs open into a sitting area, which has a balcony to over look the piano. Then there are two hallways going off to opposite sides. Each side had 3 bedrooms, 6 bedrooms total. Each bedroom upstairs has its own bathroom. Also there were 2 laundry rooms in addition to 1 on the first floor that I forgot to mention...

Anyway, back to the real story. We were still in the elevator. And I was thinking 'how long does it take to transport two fourteen year old girls and two bags up a floor?' I mean, it's been what, three minutes and we weren't there yet... never mind. Here we are. We stepped out of the elevator after having a panic attack when the door wouldn't open.

We walked into the kitchen, which for probably the only time during the vacation was empty. There was a piece of paper tapped onto one of the pillars. We walked over to it dropping the bags onto a chair. I looked at the list, trying to find my name. It didn't take long since it was the first one. Payton Grace.... Ruth Ford.... Room 1. Great...