We pulled up at a stoplight, and I pulled out a sheet of paper from my pocket with directions on it. I read them out loud and turned my attention back to the road. The light turned green just as the red convertible pulled up behind me. I inspected the passengers one last time, my eye once again getting caught by the girl with the flipped hair. My heart went a flutter, and she hit the gas a little harder than necessary. We lurched forward suddenly and I slammed on the brakes. The convertible honked, the blonde girl threw her arms up impatiently. I rolled my eyes and said, "Whatever, blondie." We accelerated forward, taking one last glance at the girl. I turned my attention back to the road, resisting the urge to glance back at the mirror. The convertible swerved around me and sped off, disappearing as they went around the curb.
We soon approached the street our house was on. Looking at the houses around us, I assumed that assumed ours was big and IKEA-like. Sure, I was grateful for this, but Michael promised that he wouldn't send me to something THIS over the top. Furious, I pulled out my cell phone from my pocket and dialed Michaels number. After the third tone, he picked up. "Hello, Roxy." he said in a tone that hinted at mischief. "YOU promised that you wouldn't put me in a house that has ten rooms!"
"It doesn't have ten...it has five."
"Hey, I'm sorry for spoiling my favorite lesbian!"
In the background, I heard Gabriella shout, "Tell the lesbian that she needs to lighten up; being gay is NOT easy."
"Oh, how would you know, Gabby?" I said with a smile. I recognized the numbers on a sign at the end of a driveway I pulled up to; my house. "Anyway, I'm pulling up to the house, I'll scream at you later."
"Okay, girlfriend. Love you!"
He hung up, and I laughed, What a freak, I thought as I put my cell phone back in my pocket. We turned onto the long winding driveway and my breath was taken away. The house was absolutely gorgeous. My suspicions were right; it was straight out of an IKEA magazine. "Whoa!!!" Jaime exclaimed, pressing her face against the window. "This is our house?" she said into the window, her breath fogging it up. "I guess so." I parked in the driveway, still mesmerized, and turned the car off. Pulling the keys out, I searched for the house key Micael had given me. I got out of the car and approached the steps that lead up to the front door. It seemed kind of intimidating, with the way it towered over us. Jaime stood beside me, grabbed my hand, and we slowly walked up the stairs. The house was almost completely made up of all windows. It was so open. I got to the door and peeked in; there was already furniture in place. I inserted the key into the lock, and turned it. I opened the door, and the slight smell that resembled that of fruity perfume filled my nostrils. I looked around; there was two sets of stairs in front of us. One leading down, and one leading up. I went downstairs first. To my right was the kitchen, and to my left was the dining room. Going more left, there were three steps that dropped into the living room. I went along the left wall and turned left into a hall way. There was two doors on each side of the wall; on the left was a bathroom, and on the right was the laundry room. Going straight forward was the garage. I stepped into the garage and spotted on my right a garage door opener on a little table. I picked it up and put it in my pocket. "I'll put it in the car later," I thought to myself. I went back up to the enterance and went upstairs. On the left wall was two doors, and on the right was one door, all of them bedrooms. going up the next set of stairs were two doors on oposite walls. The one on the left lead to the big master bedroom, and the one on the right lead to the office. I sighed.
"Hey, cool!" Jaime shouted. I looked behind me; she slipped out of my hand and was back on the middle floor. I followed her voice into a pink bedroom. Obviously, Michael had this room customized just for Jaime. There were Justin Beaber, Jonas Brothers, and Miley Cirus posters plastered on the wall. The bed was a loft, the desk beneath it held a flat screen Mac and general office supplies. Next to it was a small white bookshelf. On the right wall was a white dresser. On the wall left to the door was a plasma screen TV with a bean bag couch facing it. I grinned as Jaime turned and spotted me. "What?" she asked, cocking her head to the side. I cupped my hands around my mouth and shouted, "Spoiled!" Jaime sluggled me in the arm, "Shut up, Roxie! You shouldn't be talking, have you checked your master suite yet?" I totally forgot about the master bedroom, I barely took a glance at it. I headed up the stairs slowly. For some reason, I was expecting something-or someone, for that matter-to appear out of nowhere and scare the life out of me. I turned to the left, Jaime in pursuit, and opened the door.
Once again, my breath was taken away. the room was elegant and royal. The walls were a deep wine red, and the plush carpet was a deep maroon. In the center of the right wall was the elegant king sized bed, the bed set matching the wall. On the opposite wall was a dresser, old and victorian style. Above it was an ornant mirror, elegant and wide. On the wall by the window was a wine red victorian arm chair, next to it was a large bookshelf. "Wow," I whispered. I was blown away as to how well this was decorated. Micael had really outdone himself. I pulled my cell phone out and thought about calling Michael, but then I realized the time difference. Glancing at the clock, it was 10:53, so he was at work by then. I sighed. "So Jaime, feeling any better?" I asked, turning to her. Once again, she disappeared. "Yeah, a little. Why?" I heard her voice behind me. I turned and saw her lounging on my bed. "What do you say to driving around town and seeing what's where? If we find anything good, I'm sure we can do a little shopping." Jaime launched off the bed and into my arms. She burried her face into my white Aeropostale hoodie. "I love you!!!" she shouted. I smiled; for someone so mentally unstable, she sure is a sweet heart. She headed towards the door while I hesitated a bit. I took another glance at the room. To be honest, I was near tears when I saw the beauty of the design. I flipped the lights off and headed down the stairs and out the door. I locked it behind me, and went down the next set of stairs. I stumbled a bit as we got to the bottom.
As we got in the car, I examined the house one more time. Something caught my eye; one of the trees beside the house moved slightly, as if a breeze blew by. But there was no breeze today, it was just still and cold. I leaned forward and peered at it. I could barely make out the shape of a person in the shadows. Suddenly, a loud HONK shattered the intense silence. I jumped out of my skin, and realized I leaned forward far enough to push on the wheel and honk the horn. I laughed nervously, and Jaime mocked me. I put the key in the ignition and turned it, the engine roaring to life. We pulled out of the driveway and out of the subdivision. I smiled; nothing can make my day any better than it already is.
- Title: The Red Letter Chronicles
- Artist: _iPenutButtaCrunchi_
It's been a WHOLE YEAR of not writing any of TRC. How can I live with myself?! D: Well, here's chapter five. Roxy and Jaime get to their house which catches them WAY off guard as to how it looks.
- Date: 07/05/2010
- Tags: letter chronicles twilight fanfiction