Chapter one- New Roommate?
Claire's POV:
I stared down at the advert in the newspaper, until it was just a blur. It read: THREE ROOMMATES SEEKING FOURTH, huge old house, privacy assured, reasonable rent and utilities. It sounded like an amazing house; just three more people to get used to then it'll be fine. I seized my phone and dialled the number before my brain started thinking again.
'Hello you have reached the Glass House. Please leave a message after the beep' a male voice said.
'Claire Danvers, looking for a room. I'll come by in one hour see ya'
I was pretty straight. I didn't wait for someone to answer just ended the call quickly. I was really sociable so making these three people like me wasn't that hard of a task.
The heat of the water loosened up my muscles. I used my floral shower gel because I knew it smelt lovely on me. I put on a red tank top, distressed, dark shorts and a black leather jacket. I added thick black liner and two coats of my favourite mascara, sprayed myself with a summery perfume then put my black flip- flops on. I drove down to 716 Lott Street.
I slammed the door shut of my black Range Rover. I looked up at the huge house in front of me. It was modern but had a traditional touch at the same time. I rang the doorbell quickly before stepping back again. Someone opened the door. It was a guy, a little older than me.
'Hey' He said.
'I'm Claire' I smiled.
'I'm Shane.' Shane replied.
'Are you just going to stand there gawping at me?' I asked.
'Um come on in'
The place inside had an eerie feeling. The walls were painted a brown colour with contrasted with the heat outside. The stairs looked old and worn out but the kitchen looked modern, weird combination but it worked.
Shane's POV:
Who was this girl? She was so rude, but that only made me want to talk to her more.
'Michael is er not here right now' I stuttered. I didn't want to tell our new potential roommate that Michael was a ghost.
'Is there anyone else I could speak to?' She asked. Her eyes were a beautiful emerald colour. She was just so perfect.
'Huh?' She laughed.
'Sorry what did you say?'
'If you weren't too busy staring at me you would've heard me!' She giggled.
Claire had the most amazing, lush, brown hair.
'How old are you?' I asked without thinking.
'I'm 16, turning 17 in a few days'
'Really?'
'Yeah'
'Michael might not let you stay, but I'll beg him because I really want you to stay' I winked.
She smiled sweetly.
'Who's in there?' She pointed to the kitchen.
'Eve is just cooking something'
'Great. I'm starving' She replied, then went to the kitchen.
Eve's POV:
I looked up and down at the girl standing in front of me.
'You must be Claire' I smiled.
'And you must be Eve' She laughed.
'I guess you have already met Shane'
'He's hot.' She said blushing.
'Wait until you see Michael. He's all mine though' I smiled.
'Oh shit' I mumbled.
I rapidly took the pan off the cooker and started fanning the room, before Shane called the fire department.
'I need to get my stuff from my car' Claire whispered. I glanced outside. It was pitch black.
'You can get them tomorrow' I suggested.
'Sure thing. Don't want to get bitten' She mimed fangs.
'Can I borrow pyjamas then?' Claire asked.
'Yep. Just wait a minute.'
I heard a thud upstairs. Yay! Michael was here!
Claire's POV:
I tiptoed upstairs, bare footed. Shane stood in front of me, blocking the way.
'Got a problem?' I shoved him out of the way.
'Is it a crime to want to go downstairs?' He replied, smirking.
'Nope, but when you get in my way. It's a crime.' I countered.
'Move it Jackass' Eve shouted from behind me.
Whilst Shane was giving Eve the finger, a guy with the most beautiful blue eyes and blonde hair came out of a bedroom.
'That's my girl.' He smiled, then pulled Eve from behind me and hugged her.
'I'm Michael. Nice to meet you' He smiled angelically.
'I'm Claire. I here about the room actually'
'How old are you?' he asked.
I froze.
'Turning 17 in a few days' I replied
'I don't think…' Michael started.
'Please let her stay. She is willing to cook, clean and pay rent.' Shane interrupted.
I looked hopefully at Michael, but he didn't seem convinced.
'Why do you want to stay?' He questioned.
'I think the company here is great and I really dislike the dorms. The queen bitch Monica is there'
'Monica?' Shane said angrily.
'Yeah. She just pisses me off because she's so stupid and ugly. I manage to stand up for myself, but somehow I'm always getting in trouble because of her' I explained.
'Mike you have to let her stay.' Shane pleaded.
'I'm sorry, but she's too young. Come back when your 17.' Michael replied.
'I don't have anywhere to stay tonight' I whispered. Michael sighed.
'Stay here tonight, then leave' He ordered.
'OK. Night.' I smiled.
I locked the door and banged my head against it. I was famished, but I couldn't face everyone. I got up and searched around the room for a book. Damn. I left my bag downstairs. It was the only thing I took out. I heard a soft knock at the door.
'It's Eve'
I unlocked it and stared at her sadly.
'Hey' I managed a smile.
'I brought food.' She handed me a bowl of chilli.
'Thanks.'
'Michael is pretty harsh, but I'm sure when you are 17 you can come and stay here' Eve explained.
'Eve. Where am I going to go until Friday?' I asked.
'Stay in the dorms' She suggested.
'Really?! Have you been listening to me at all?' I shouted.
'Calm down, Claire. I'm sure you'll be just fine' She whispered.
'Night. Really good chilli by the way'
'Shane made it. Night'
I walked further into my closet and found an old t-shirt. It came around my mid-thigh and looked alright. I walked across the hall to the bathroom. The walls were a mint green colour and everything else was white. I didn't find any makeup wipes so I used water to remove my makeup. I found a moisturiser for all skin types then applied it to my face.
I twisted and turned all night so sleeping wasn't great.
I hope you enjoyed that long chapter. Review! If I feel that this story is successful I will update on Wednesday or probably Thursday evening, English time. So stay tuned for that if this story is victorious! REVIEW!
Bestgoth247