Slumber Party Horrors

A Touch of Romance (Part 5)

Sam's room was a pastel blue, perfectly coordinating with the pastel pink decor that created her own little the safe space. She had been spoiled enough to get the biggest bedroom in the house. Shelves were littered with books from the American classics to the magnificent but tragic works of William Shakespeare, and even girly, happy-forever-ever-after fairy tales.

A large record player was in the farthest corner of her room, and old vinyls by her favorite rock artists were piled up in a neat little stack next to it in order by her least favorite to most favorite albums. In her collection, she had many old classic rock albums, and some pop-punk bands thrown in there too.

Her closet was filled with the finest clothes, although she never wore them. She didn't like the fabric. They irritated her skin, and were overall too uncomfortable for her.

On her pink walls, posters of her favorite celebrities, fictional characters, and song lyrics covered a majority of the dreamy wallpaper. A poster of her favorite video game character was hung by one of the windows, while a poster of her favorite singer winked down at her from the ceiling. Littered like notes written from a lifelong lover, a compilation of song lyrics Sam had written by hand were stuck to the wall with washi tape by her makeup vanity.

On the cork board above her full body mirror, there were pictures of her and her family. The biggest photo tacked onto it was one of the whole Marque family, posing for a professionally-taken family photo in a park.

Her dresser was of the most expensive kind, being shipped over from Europe. Her father constantly spoiled her. She was a daddy's girl, and she wasn't afraid to admit it.

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"Wow, your room is amazing!" Stona said. "I've never actually been in here, despite coming over here almost every day. Your mom always said I was open to go upstairs, but I decided not to go because I didn't want to impede on your personal space. It's such a huge room..."

"Thank you!" Sam sad with pride. "That sounds like my mom. She doesn't hold people back from viewing our home. She holds lots of pride in it, and when we got this home, Daddy said that the biggest bedroom would belong to me. I was his princess, he had always told me."

Pomegranate giggled slightly, looking at her friend's bedroom. She was a silly "fangirl" as the internet would have called her. Sam was a child that never grew up, despite the fact that she witnessed her father's mutilated corpse with her own eyes. Although Pomegranate supposed that her friend used music and video games to suppress her inner hurt, in which she could completely understand. However, her friend's interest in music and video games really had no deep purpose as far as she could tell, aside from pure enjoyment. She would just have to love her friend for how she was.

Stona loomed, looking over every minute detail in Sam's room. "It's so cute! I love it!"

"Thank you once again," Sam said again to her friend. "Now, shall I go and gather the board games from the recreation room?" She offered.

"Sure," Pomegranate said, trying to strain herself from looking slightly annoyed at how much her friend's bedroom looked. Pomegranate was young in spirit too, but she was the party girl. The girl who drank at parties although she was underage. She was a child like her best friend was, yet was so hypocritical.

"Yes, please," Stona said gently.

"Alright," Sam said. "I will make a quick run to the recreation room. You two can stay here and hang out, and like, check out my room a bit more and such. Feel free to pop a record in, but just make sure it's turned down low. Samuel's probably in his room writing music, and I don't want the music to echo through the house either. It sounds kinda weird," she said, walking out of her room.