A/N: This is a really old story, from last year. I wonder if you guys like it! :)
Joy's POV
I cannot believe it! I am back at Anubis house. This is my third year that I can remember, already! Oh, my goodness. Anyway, I think I am the third person back.
I walked into the living room and saw this weird boy sitting on the couch. He was wearing a white t-shirt, blue jeans and black Converse. Not British.
"Hi," I said nervously.
"Hey." He smiled. American accent.
"I'm Joy, and you are?"
"Mark."
Mark looked me over. I was wearing a long blue top with white skinny jeans and pink flats. Around my wrist was a pink charm bracelet. Amber would have been surprised. I'm not sure about disappointed; just surprised.
"Anyway, I'm going to unpack," I said.
"See you around," he replied.
I quickly ran upstairs, carrying my suitcase, into my room where I closed the door behind me. My heart was beating fast. Mark? Was he the reason? No, I just ran up a flight of stairs carrying a huge suitcase.
Oh, God, please help me. Am I already falling for Mark? I barely know the person. I took out my iPod and started listening to music.
Mark's POV
Another girl came into the house. She had long, pale, blonde hair, which was straightened. She was wearing a pink, knee-length dress, knee-high black boots and a silver necklace with 'Amfie' engraved on it. She was pretty, but not my type. Definitely not my type.
"Hello!" She spoke with that bubbly blonde persona that I personally do not like.
"Um, hello."
"Are you a new student or a returning old one?"
"I'm new." Duh. "Anyway, I'm Mark."
"Amber. As you can see" – she fingered the 'Amfie' necklace – "I'm already taken."
"Well, good for you, then."
"So, I'll see you around."
"'Kay."
She went upstairs and I lay back on the couch. The house was interesting, I guess. First, there was this shy and reserved looking girl: Mara. I could see that she was taken from the way blond-haired Jerome moved protectively around her. Then, there was Joy. She seemed nice. In addition, I could tell that she was single. It did not make sense. Why would such a pretty chica be single?
Then, I heard the sounds of Linkin Park float down the stairs. I love Linkin Park, so I followed the sound to a room and knocked on the door. Thankfully, Joy opened the door. She wore a towel and looked like she was about to take a bath.
"May I?" I asked.
"Um, yes, sure."
I walked in and she closed the door behind me. "You have good taste in music," I said, scanning her iTunes library. There were the likes of Coldplay, the All American Rejects, the Plain White T's, Michael W. Smith and so on.
"Thanks. Um, do you mind waiting out here while I shower?"
"Oh, no problem."
She went into the bathroom and locked the door. After a while, she came out in her towel, wet and glistening. "Excuse me." She grabbed blue shorts and a white tank top from her open suitcase and dashed back into the bathroom. Finally, she came out, fully clothed.
"Are you ready?" I asked.
"Yeah."
