"Make yourself at home." We had arrived at Louis's home. Surprisingly, his home was tidy and neat. The walls were a creamy orange color. Many frames decorated the walls. Most of them held pictures of 4 girls and an older looking woman. The furniture was a brown leather. The place smelled like him. Musky colone, mint, and smoke.
I took my hoodie off and placed it on top of my duffel bag. "Louis?" I heard the sound of glass hitting each other. "In the kitchen, Diana!" I followed the sound of his voice. There I found another surprise. The kitchen was a turquoise color. There were cabinets on one wall. A table and 6 chairs were pushed against a wall with a big window. The stove, fridge, and a couple of drawers took up another wall. A small island sat in the middle of it all.
"Do you live alone?" Louis handed me a cup of tea. "Not really. My mum and sisters come and see me at times. You see, I'm from Doncaster." I nodded and tried to cool down my tea. The hot drink smoothly ran down my throat. "That's nice." He nodded and headed to the living room. I followed. "What do you wish to watch?" He pulled out a big cardboard box of movies. I set my mug down and searched though the box. I pulled out a movie. "Barbie in the Princess Mariposa? Awww, Louis! I knew you had a soft side!"
He snatched the movie out of my hands. I immediately started to laugh. "It's not mine. It's Daisy's." I rolled my eyes. I pulled out anther one. The Hunger Games. "Let's watch this one." He nodded and reached up to the DVD player. He pulled about the bag from the gas station. "Pick one." I rummaged through the bag and picked out a bag of gummy bears. We sat in silence while the movie started.
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"I don't understand why instead of doing the Hunger Games, they don't just grab 24 people and kill them all. It's plain stupid." The movie had now ended, but Louis and I had started to bicker over the movie. "They do it to make a show. The higher class people pay so much money to see people fight to death." He opened another bag of skittles. "Well then. No need to get ofencive. What should we do now?" I pulled my phone out and checked the time. 7:39. "It's getting late, Louis." He gave me a shrug of shoulders.
"You could stay the night. You could stay in my sister, Lottie's room. I don't think she'd mind. I could drive us to the dressing rooms tomorrow in the morning. I mean you are riding with me on our way to the game. And besides that I don't feel like driving you home. It's too late." He smirked. He gave me no choice. "Fine." I turned off my screen. "Let's play 20 questions. I go first.
"Where are you from in the U.S., exactly? Why did you really leave?"
"Bonham, Texas. I left because I need to leave the downbeat town I lived in. What are your sister's names?"
"Daisy and Phoebe are the twins, Felicity, and Lottie. Do you have siblings? Names?"
"Yeah but I've never really met them. They're Jane, Daniel, and Claire. What are your sisters like?"
"Braty, silly, crazy, talkative, wild, and at times sweet. Have you ever been a cheerleader before?"
"Yes, I started my freshman year till I graduated. Have you always loved football?"
"Yep, my dad used to play with me. Something you can't stand?"
"Cussing, it gets on my nerves. I don't like it. Hobbies?"
"Reading, writing, and singing." I looked down at his arms. "What does the tattooed rope around your wrist mean?"
"It means nothing lasts forever. What music do you listen to?"
"Everything except country and rock. Why do you have so many tattoos?"
"They get addicting. Besides that they look cool. Why don't you like rock?"
