Take A Chance

Closing Doors

Sunna's POV

We struggle to find my place but we eventually do.

"After you," I say like he's the queen.

"Why thank you," he replies in a posh voice. We both laugh until we reach the door to my arpartment. I welcome him in but then I see the bills on my table. I slowly walk over and put them into a neat pile upside down. I don't think he noticed he was too busy looking at the furniture. The custom furniture my bestfriend makes.

"You like?" I ask knowing the answer.

"Where did you get this stuff?" He said amazed at my floortom table.

"Well I got the stuff of eBay and my friend made it. She's an internal designer." I explain. "I will be right back," I say walking towards my room.

Luke's POV

I sit down at a table with a pile of papers on it. I quickly grab them to see if they are more designs (I love her designs) but they are not. In debt! She's in debt! She doesn't have a lot of money. She will be living on the street. That's why so was so uptight about the book because if she doesn't hand it in she won't be qualified. No qualification. No job. But what about this friend she must be staying here with her. I hear some foot steps so I place the papers back where I found he and I got up from the table.

"Sorry about that but do you want to see something?" She says with a smile on her face.

"Sure."

She grabbed my wrist and took me into the bathroom. Yes the bathroom.

"Look up," she changed her view from me to a chandelier.

"Is that."

"Yeah it is," she said cutting me off. We stood there for a while admiring a chandelier made out of drumsticks. I got my phone out, took a photo, posted it to Instagram and tagged Ashton. He would be amazed to see this place. We go into the living room and sit on the couch.

"You know you just invited a complete stranger into your house, a stranger that was rude to you."

"No I didn't invite you, you invited yourself." She explains to me.

"Oh well, Your from Australia right?" I say picking up on her accent.

"Yeah, WA all the way, I'm on a gap year right now and I'm doing a corse at Tafe."

"Do you have a roommate?" I ask her.

"Yes..."

"Okay maybe, I really don't know." She blurted out after a long pause.

"Well as you know it's my gap year and, I went away with my sister-best friend. We had this whole thing planned out, go to America, then Paris, then hire a kombi and travel around eroupe. Somehow I decided to do a corse in America for fashion, that's why I was in that shop where we met. At the moment I'm doing 'styles for men'. She explains with the quoting fingers.

Anyway the time in America had finished and my corse hasn't so we came up with this solution. I will do my corse then meet her in Paris and finish our adventure."

"Oh so instead of paying half half you are paying the full price to live here?" I guess.

"Yep and," she stops.

"And...what," I ask knowing the answer.

"I don't really want to talk about it, it's money, and I'm not that good with that."

"Are you in debt?" All she does is shake her head. Up and down. Up and down. Her face looks like she is disappointed in herself. I would be too.

"What happens when you run out of money?" I ask dreading the answer.

"Get shipped off back home, well back to Perth."

We sit in silence for a bit.

"Isn't Perth home?" I ask confused.

"I'm 19 and I WAS a foster child. My sister-best friend is my foster sister, because I'm 19 legally my foster parents don't need to look after me so I don't really have a home. Yes, I could go back with them but, I don't know it will be different. They won't treat me like a child, which is a good thing. I think if I go back I have failed."

"I understand," I don't understand but I try to act like I do. "Anyway I better be going. Do you want to go for coffee in the morning with the boys?" I ask eagerly.

"Yeah, sure. Here's my number." She gives me a green sticky note with the didgeits ********** on it.

"I will call you when I get home so it doesn't mess with plans," she agrees by nodding her head and she smiles.

I walk out of her place and towards a lift. I think to myself I need to get out of America. I'm sounding too much like an American.

"Wait," Sunna calls me to stop so I do. She runs up to me and hugs me. It was such a shock my hands were still at my side.

"I'm sorry for being rude, and calling you names, and judging you. I'm sorry." She kept huddling me for a while then I realised, my arms! I pull them up and wrapped them around her ribs. We stood their for a while and then the elevator pinged.

"I should go," I say softly.

She just nods and smiles. We both wave goodbye then my door closes.

...

I haul up a taxi outside. One comes flying across to pick me up.

They drop me a block away from my house, my manager said 'try to minimise the people that know where you live.' I got out and started walking. The walk wasn't long but it gave me time to think. I thought about Sunna. She's going to go home soon. She's so nice, she doesn't deserve this. I started to try and think of solutions in my head, how can she stay? I start to walk up the path to our house and I just stop. I know just what I have to do.