Twisted

Chapter 8

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Erin's POV.

I grabbed my Blink-182 white t- shirt, with a black and white logo in the middle, some dark skinny jeans, and my black beanie. Jake also wore some black skinny jeans and a black casual top, with the cufflinks rolled up, and some black boots.

After locking the house, I look at my watch."7:32pm. We'll never make it in time by foot, and you know how crowded Marilyn's house gets every year. We'll have to take the bus. Can you pull up the directions on your phone?"

"Sure", Jake replies as he pulls his phone out. "Roberts Estate", he says into his cell phone's mic. "Wow, it'll take us about 30 minutes from this location"

"Alrighty then, let's get a move on"

We walk down to the bus stop, and it takes about 10 minutes before the bus arrives. Jake and I board the bus and sit near the front. And as the bus continues to trudge forward, I can't help but to stare at the sun setting out the window.

It's going to be a long evening.

The bus drops us off a block away from Marylin's house, and we walk the rest of the distance there. When we arrive, there appears to be what seems like a hundred cars parked on the side of the streets. I'll never get tired of looking at Marilyn's house.

This isn't even a house

In fact, it's one of the biggest mansions I've ever seen.

The mansion is stretched at about over 2 acres long, and the cream colored bricks decorate the exterior. The design of the house is made of an expensive European architecture style. As we walk up the 400 foot cobblestone driveway, my eyes catch the large bronze fountain in the middle of the large path, along with its graceful magnificence. The many different lights built around the estate offer an angelic glow, but the loud music playing interrupts my reverie. Before I know it, I'm standing in front of a large, pale, and throughly built guard blocking the entrance. He wears an all black t-shirt and casual pants, and he looks likes he's in no mood for bull.

"Uhm, Hi", I murmur.

"School IDs please", he says loudly. His voice bleeds into my ear, and I then realize he's doing it because of the music blaring in the house.

I reach into my pocket and pull my school ID out, but I'm taken aback when I hear Jake swearing besides me.

"What's wrong?"

"I forgot it at home", he grumbles.

"Sorry son, no ID, no party", the guard casually shrugs, and you can easily tell he's in no mood for excuses.

Jake looks heartbroken. "But I go to this school, I just forgot my ID at home by accident. Can't you just-"

"Hi Derrick, how's everything going?", Jake and I look up, and Derrick, whom I presume to be the guard, turns around. All of us are facing Marilyn, who has her head half way out of the glass door.

Her brown eyes grow wide, and the smile on her face slowly creeps from cheek to cheek. And even in the darkening sky, I can see her dimples glow when her eyes land on me.

"Oh my goodness, Erin!", Marilyn squeals, and I'm shocked at the small figured girl who runs outside and throws her arms around me. She's wearing 4 inched silver heels and a pink strapped dress that hangs to her mid thigh. Half of her long curly brown hair is pulled into a tight pony tail, while the other half is curled down her back.

Wow, she's stunning.

I hug her back, blushing like a complete and total fool. "Hi, Marilyn"

She steps back and smiles at me. "Goodness, you've gotten taller"