Counting Stars

CHAPTER ELEVEN - MAKEOVER

Okay. Here goes. I have an idea for another story. Thoughts just keep flowing and I've already filled eight pages writing the plot summary. I've started writing the second chapter as well. Should I publish it? I would like to finish my other stories first, but the last time I kept a story as a draft, wattpad deleted it.
And on that note, I got into another school. Which means I'm starting after the half term. Which is next Monday. I'm sorry to all my best friends for not telling you before. I know my last day was hectic, and thanks for making the effort to write me a card and sing me a song.

So this chapter is dedicated to @Emerald605, @RehamAbdalla, @zahramiah and @Zaeema786
I will always remember you.
Luv, Mel

"Whoa."

I stared around the kitchen in awe.

It was a modern, shiny room with black marble countertops and beige oak cupboards, gleaming handles and even a towering silver fridge.
A medium sized island sat in the middle, six black swivel chairs surrounding it.

It looked like something right out of a magazine. Cold, perfect and unlived in - or at least it would look unlived in if it wasn't covered with enough leftovers to feed a small country.

Mounds of trash completely ruined the appearance of the glossy countertops, countless pizza boxes and dirty dishes littering all the surfaces. It was like the kitchen was used as a huge dustbin instead of a room. Various wrappers covered the ground, and I could barely see what colour the floor was. It was hopeless.

Yup, definitely have to change that.

The rest of the hideout was in hardly better condition. Each room had dishes, cutlery, wrappers and clothes strewn about like a hurricane had struck, yet the boys seemed completely oblivious to the mess.

Puck proudly showed me around while the other two boys trailed behind me.
Mr Robber Guy had mysteriously disappeared.

"Aaand, I think that's about it. I'll show you our rooms in a while, but other than that, you've seen the house. What do you think?"

Puck turned to face me, and it was only then that he saw my disappointed look.

"What?" He asked nervously. The other boys eyed me warily.

"I hope," I began lowly, making their expressions turn fearful, "That you will tell me this is not how you normally live."

"Uh..." Mr Cocky Pants scratched the back of his neck.

"Are you serious?" I asked them, a disbelieving look on my face.

"Well..." This time it was Labrador, who bit is lip.

"How do you survive?" I ask them, aghast.

"It's actually quite easy, really..." Puck trailed off when I glared at him, and had the decency to look sheepish.

I gave the room one last sweeping glance, and decided that my escape plan could be put on hold for now; I wouldn't be able to sleep at night knowing there were people in the world that lived like this.

I was going to give the hideout a complete makeover. These boys wouldn't know what hit them.