I knocked on the dark brown door, and looked around waiting on an answer. He lives in such an amazing house. And if I'm not mistaken, there's a pool back there.
I heard shuffling, and a shirtless Mike opened the door.
"Hey man." He said in a groggy voice.
"Hey, I just wanted to hang. You down?" I asked.
He nodded, and pushed the door open so I could get in. I followed him up the stairs and to his room.
His parents are gone most of the time. They're business owners. Which would explain the mansion like house.
He led me to a fair sized room. His walls were a dark grey, covered in band posters. Bongs were strewn across the room along with lighters. The smell of pot is extremely potent. It's a good thing his parents stay gone. He'd get life for the amount of drugs in his possession currently.
"Oh yeah, my bro is here. He usually stays in San Diego with the rest of the family, but he's here for a few months." Mike said, throwing himself on his bed. I just nodded and sat in a bean bag in front of the shaded window.
I picked up a CD case and started flipping through. There were a few bands I didn't notice, But I ran over a Suffokate CD.
"Mike man, you didn't tell me you liked Suffokate." I said, holding up the disc. He grinned and grabbed it from me, before placing it in his massive CD player. It had speakers on either side, black and neon green.
Betrayal blasted through the speakers. I silently sung along.
Mike and I went through his CD'S playing the ones we both liked. He had nearly every Slipknot album known to man, along with every Staind album.
"You got anything to drink?" I asked.
"Besides liquor, there's tea, water, juice, soda, what ever you want." I said, tossing his soccer ball around.
I had a bit of trouble finding the kitchen. This is the first time I've ever been inside his house. I've seen the outside plenty of times. Just less sober times than I'd care to admit.
Rummaging around, I eventually found a Mountain Dew. I opened it and chugged some down. I didn't notice how thirsty I was.
"Um, hi." A deep velvety voice said. It definitely wasn't Mike.
I turned around and saw a shirtless Hispanic man. Apparently this is Mike's brother. He wasn't too bad on the eyes.
"Hey," I said with a grin. "You must be Mike's brother."
"Victor. Vic for short." He said, passing me to open the fridge. He pulled out a soda and cracked it open.
I downed the last bit of mine and threw in the the trash bin. "Kellin." I said.
He nodded. "I like it."
"Uh, thanks." I didn't really know how to respond to that.
I got a good look at him. He was slightly darker than Mike, had wavy brown hair, and deep blue eyes. He was built, let me just say that.
We talked a bit more, familiarizing ourselves with one another. Turns out we have more in common that I thought. We like the same bands, same books. He seems nice.
