Morphine

Chapter Five

"This has been great but we should probably go home. We never told our parents we wouldn't be back for dinner." Michael didn't want to go.

Malcolm sulked before a thought occurred to him. "I think I left my phone upstairs."

"Me too." Michael frowned.

All four went upstairs with the sixteen year olds going into the purple room while the fifteen year olds went into the green room.

"Actually I have something for you." Marceline Anne told him.

Malcolm nodded before going to the bed.

She disappeared behind the peridot door. "I don't know if you'd want it but I got it for you a while ago."

He didn't find his phone in the luxurious bed (that made him think of what they'd done in it) so he looked on the floor. "That's fine! I like presents!"

"They're awesome!" She threw her voice as she looked through her closet.

He found his cell under her bed and stood up. He got a good look at her room and found it softer than he ever thought she was.

The walls were white with green details and her name was written in cursive on her wall behind her bed in dark green. Her bed itself was huge and looked like it was made for a princess.

The covers had felt great against his skin but looking at them, it was no surprise. Unlike Mercedes Catherine, who had white carpet, Marceline Anne had wooden floors. But they weren't cold against his socked feet.

Beside her bed were two green nightstands. One had an i-Home with an iPod in it, a pillcase and a few books. The other had an eyeglass case, a green water-bottle and more books.

She had a lot of bookcases, filled with books and music. A few shelves held movies, both VHS and DVD. By a bookcase was a keyboard while a guitar in a black stand was by the bookcase by the sofa and chairs set up by a large window.

The furniture looked as inviting as the bed. They were plump and overstuffed and a green paisley. The end-tables and coffee table were a deep, rich brown. She had a few magazines on the coffee table.

By another window was a desk. It was large with a lot of drawers and was a dark hunter green. On top was a laptop and printer from Apple and a small flatscreen TV with cable and VHS/DVD hookup.

She also had two remotes and a few mugs featuring Winnie-the-Pooh's Eeyore filled with writing and artistic utensils. She had a big black spinning rolling chair with a massager in it in front of the desk.

She had a window-seat that housed more pillows than her overflowing bed and stuffed animals.

By a small window was an easel set up in front of two stools, one of which was high-backed. In the backless stool was a tackle box for fishing but instead held art supplies. A thin but large black bag laid against the legs. A drawing was on the easel but it was half finished. It looked like a person.

Her walls were mostly covered by the bookcases but the open spots were covered in paintings signed by her. That impressed him. They were really good.

She had a clock on one wall in the shape of the sun and on the wall where her bed was, was a calendar pinned with a colored thumbtack. It was open to December and had "X"'s over the first few days as it was only the beginning of the month.

On the other side of the bed on the wall was a clipboard, hanging by a green thumbtack through the metal hole. It held a lot of paper and upon closer inspection had words written in a different language with a string attached with a pen at the bottom.