Kimberly's POV
"Oh my word" Christi and I said in awe of what we saw in the man cave or as I would like to call it,"man house."
"This is awesome"Christi said and I just continued to look around in shock, the place was so beautiful and cool,it looked like those expensive places from the movies,it was painted white and blue and a huge disco ball was hanging in the middle of the ceiling, there was a settee,a couch,a sofa bed and two arm chairs,a recliner was at one end of the room,a refrigerator at the other end,a huge plasma TV was placed carefully on the wall, the carpet was so soft and plush and there were coloured cushions on the chairs and floor cushions on the ground, there was a wall separating the kitchen from this place, I'm still not sure if it's a living room.
"So.."Matt said with a smirk "What do you think?"
"You call this a man cave?" I asked in shock "This is... I don't even have words to explain it"
"C'mon, let's go see the bedrooms and other rooms" Bryan said pulling at my arm.
"There are other rooms?"I asked just as Christi asked"There are bedrooms?"
Matt scoffed"Uh duh"he said just as Bryan said" Of course."
"How rich are you guys?" Christi asked throwing her hands up in the air. Matt shrugged and Bryan led us up the stairs to a hallway filled with many doors.
"These are were all the rooms are" Bryan said leading us to a room that said'KIMBERLY ' on it.
That's weird, why does it have my name on it.
"You'll see" Bryan said and opened the door.
"SURPRISE!!!!!!!" a smiling Jessica, Delia and Sam said as soon as we stepped into the room.
Hey guys, I'm so sorry for not updating in such a long time, I've been quite busy but I'll try to update more often, don't forget to vote, comment and share.
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