If the Baudelaire Parents had Lived - Series of Unfortunate Events

Settling Down

BTW I am not making their clothes the same as their time period I hate 1945 fashion and I'm gonna add in pics of their outfits

Quigley

When we got to the guest house, I was still stunned by how simply beautiful Violet was. She was wearing simple clothes - jean shorts, a white crop top that slightly showed off her flat stomach, and a soft pink sweater. A locket dangled from her neck.

Duncan had called picking his roommate first, then Isadora. Duncan had always been a sucker for how cute babies were, so he picked Sunny. Isadora simply wanted to torture me, and I knew she thought he was cute, so she picked Klaus.

I was stuck with Violet.

It wasn't that I didn't want her as a roommate, it was just, I didn't know if I would be able to resist telling her I liked her, kissing her. She was just so... lovely.

Me and my siblings had decided that since the Baudelaires had to live off the things they had on them when disaster struck, so would we. None of us brought anything from the house except food.

Mother had decided to take all of us shopping later today. We would be getting entirely new wardrobes, which was fine because me, Duncan, and Isadora had all just had growth spurts and no longer fit in our old clothes.

Until then, we were free to do whatever, just settle in. Since I had gotten last choice of roommate, me and Violet got first choice of rooms. All the rooms only had one bed, except one which had a crib, reserved for Duncan and Sunny.

We picked the one with the bigger bed, which also had a very nice private bathroom complete with a Jacuzzi tucked in the corner. It had large, windowed walls facing out towards the lake. A couch sat on the side, but small, barely big enough for two people, not big enough for someone to sleep on. A walk-in closet was nearly as big as the bathroom. The walls were bright, cheery white, and the floors were dark oak wood. A light grey comforter was spread over the mattress, and lights grey pillows of all shapes and forms decorated the bed. Above the bed was an oil painting that showed a beautiful willow tree silhouetted against a perfectly blended sunset.

The perfect girl next to me gasped when she saw the painting.

"Violet?" I was concerned.

She smiled and giggled a little. She pointed at the painting and said, "I made that! I made it in third grade! Where did they get that?"

I chuckled, actually amused. She turned bright red, looking down.

"Hey," I reached out, taking her chin and lifting it to look at myself. "Don't hide your pretty face."

She smiled and looked into my eyes. Her eye color was impossible to tell, as they seemed to blend in with their environment. Right now, they were a milky brown, blending with the floors and walls.

Suddenly I wanted very bad to be alone with her. I took her hand and dragged her playfully towards a ladder I knew the location of. I went up here sometimes when I got frustrated. The ladder led straight up to the roof.

I expected her to be slightly frightened at the root, which was a lot higher up than it looked. But she wasn't. She shook me off and ran straight up to the edge of the roof. She plopped down and dangled her lags off the edge, motioning for me to join her.

I sat next to her, dangling my legs as well. She sighed at the beautiful view of the lake.

"It is a lovely view." She stated.

I was looking at her face. I couldn't care less about the sunset. "Very lovely indeed," I mumbled.

She looked over, saw I was looking at her, and blushed. God, she was so cute when she blushed!