The Makeover

21 | Belong Together

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Chapter Twenty One | Belong Together

There are so many adjectives to describe the united sounds of our voices as we nodded and sang along, or rather, screamed along to Young, an upbeat, breezy song by The Chainsmokers, our favourite band; our resounding shouts hovering over and drowning Andrew Taggart's voice blasting from the plush car radio.

Off-beat, high-pitched, intense, fullblast, brassy, defeaning, ear-splitting, explosive; you just name it. But none of that mattered as far as we were concerned, all that mattered was that we were doing it together.

With every single swerve of the car, I took in the neat rows of the large exorbitant houses, front lawns well tended, gardens with fresh, beautiful flowers, ornamental ponds carved with old stones, fountains and enormous sculptures, in the streets we passed through. The Upperside as I knew it, was a dream, really. I needed no one to tell me that, and ever since I met Haze and Isela, I had found myself on this streets many more times than I ever imagined.

He pulled up at the wide open golden, high, iron gates of an exquisite looking compound with a carved, shiny, bold golden plate that read; 2, Kesselring street, Valenté Estate.

I was dumbstruck. My jaw was on the dashboard while he drove through the tree-lined driveway that went on and on, and never seemed to want to end. But surprise! suprise! It did eventually end. I was totally swept away when I caught the sight of the gigantic luxury storey-house. House was probably not enough to describe it. Castle would be just a little closer.

The Valenté castle was made of one kind of lustrous pink stone and white marble. It's six floors were vast. It exhausted a large area of the properly-trimmed healthy-looking grass surrounding it. Four large golden etched glassed doors took up the entrance, flanked by two carved, golden decorative open-mouthed lions.

A really pretty peafowl lounged classily on the field on the left of the parking garage that was filled with expensive, exuberant vehicles. Even ones with dynamite sizes, colours and forms I had never ever seen, not in this life.

He was seriously referring to all this with a mere Mine? If he had walked up to me and said; 'There's a pool party at Miiiiiiiiiiiiiiine', Perhaps I'd have had my mind prepared for this feet-sweeping sight.

I really couldn't believe that this was where Haze grew up. I knew his family was loaded, but I totally wasn't expecting this! Before I saw the fountain just before the entrance, I don't think I'd ever seen water so clear. This must have been the sight that made them come up with the expression 'Heaven on Earth'.

My cilliary muscles were still very much stressed to their highest limits when I felt a hand tap me back to reality. My blush deepened and I swallowed a sea of spittle when I came face front with Haze's large smirk and his likewise large head that seemed to have 'Tsk! See, told you! Always so naive!' carved on there. Slowly, I stepped out of the car and banged the door as noiselessly as I could.

He whirled around and came to the other side of the car where I stood, blown away. Even the air I breathed in felt different, it was fresh and cool, and it smelt nicer.Taking my hand, he pulled me past the garage and pulled me further to the back of the compound.

"Your house is so-" I breathed, struggling to find the words that fit the frenzied exaltation and deep ecstasy coarsing through my veins.

"I know."

He smiled and nodded, knowing exactly what I was thinking and feeling. He didn't need to say anything else. Breaking free from his hold, I wandered, like I knew my way around. I stalked towards the echoing sound of music coming from a distance, where I assumed the party would be at.