You drove down the dirt road wondering where you were going. The sun shined in your eyes high above the sky, blinding you on the road. Your furniture and belongings packed in the back of the truck and the back seat began to grow hot. You have been on the road for more than two days looking for a house. You wondered if any houses on this side of the state would be up for sale, hoping with all your being one house is. You keep driving, praying to God, and then he answers your prayers.
"Bon Temps." You whisper the name on the sign that you passed, looking around. You see nothing but dirt until you see random house's scattered along the road. One every mile or so and you stop in front of one. You get out of your truck and look at the small, but tall house in front of you. You raise your hand above your blue eyes, shading them to see the house better.
The house, in the sun, showed a peach color, and the window pales painted black. It stood two stories high and not only that, a sign on the porch read, 'Up For Sale.' You were more than happy to see the perfect house for you on sale. You turned around only to come up short in front of a man with gray hair and a suit.
"May I help you?" The man's deep voice surprised you, seeing as he looked in his sixties. Aren't old men supposed to sound nice?
"Hi, I was just looking at this beautiful house. I just moved and have been looking for a place to live for a couple of days. Is this house still up for sale?" You prayed with all your might this strange man said yes, you needed somewhere to stay.
"Yes it is, we are selling it for $100,000. As well as, the first year he/she lives in the house, no bills will be required until the next year. It's your lucky day Miss." When you heard what the man said you were more than happy to jump up and tackle him in a hug. The man lightly brushed you off him and took out the paperwork you needed to sign out of his suit. You read through the stack of papers quickly and signed on all the dotted lines while smiling at the man. Unfortunately, you heard what the man was thinking, fantastic for you.
*This young woman seems too young to buy a house. How did she get all the money? Plus she is really sexy; everyone will be going for her. I wonder if she is a vampire banger?* You frown inside your head, but keep your smile on your face. Finally after signing everything, you gave the man a time to call you to pay for the house.
"If you need any help carrying any of your things inside of your house I can make some arrangements." You nod your head politely and the man excuses himself to make the phone calls. You turn your back on him and look to the house gratefully. You needed to get away and Bon Temps was perfect.
"There will be a group of men from mostly construction coming to help move your things into the house. They are not too far away and will be here in a couple of minutes." He handed you the keys to the house, then turned without even a goodbye, and stepped into his fancy car while you scoffed at him. Even he could not ruin the mood you were in.
When the man left, you stood on the front yard, waiting for whatever construction men were coming. You thought about grabbing the light furniture and placing it in the house, you could at least do that, you were not that fragile. You walked behind your truck and opened the back, before you could carry or unstrap the furniture, beeping horns sounded. You sighed to yourself; knowing that the men will never let you touch one thing, only instruct where to put the objects.
You turned to see four men jump out of one black truck; you stepped back a couple feet at seeing that all of them were really hot.
"Are you Melanie?" The man who spoke stood tall and muscular under the bright rays of the sun. His hair, a dirty blonde, was an array of loose strands around his face. He spoke first, the leader of the group no doubt.
"Hi, I'm Jason Stackhouse. This is Reñe, Hoyt, and Tom. They all work in construction with me. What do you need help with carrying to the house little girl?" Jason smiled while you grew infuriated. You may be small, but that does not mean you look twelve. You're eighteen!
"I am not a little. I am eighteen years old Mr. Stackhouse and everything that is in the back of the truck needs to go in the back. Thank you." You stared in Jason's eyes, to strike fear, while also being an inch from his face.
"Sorry, you just look young and all. Let's go boys!" The men quickly ran to the truck, working in pairs to grab the heavy furniture. You walked up to the house and up the stairs on the patio. You searched for any sign of anything wrong with the porch and found none. You used the keys in your hand to unlock the front door. You left it open for the guys to drop the stuff off while you looked around.
As soon as you walked in, the stairs were on the right of you, and to the left was a living room area. The shaggy tan carpet surprisingly looked clean and the lavender walls did not have a scratch on them. The house must have just been built to look this nice. When you walked through the living room, it connected to the kitchen, and then into another living room area, on the other side of the stairs.
"Where do you want this couch miss?" Jason looked at you expectantly while you still roamed the new area. You pointed to the living room on the right and they placed it against the wall, where it faced you from the other room.
"Just place everything in that area unless it's the dresser, bed, and TV. Those go upstairs. Thank you." You smiled and finally walked up the stairs, holding onto the white rail on the right of you, wondering how many rooms there were. When reaching the top of the stairs, there was a wall on your right, and a door in front of you. You opened the door and the room looked like the living rooms, just as big too. You walked in, turning to the right and saw a bathroom. This must be the king sized room, just perfect for you. You walked out of the room and looked over the railing at the top of the stairs; the boys were still carrying the downstairs furniture. You walked further left down the hallway, and another door a couple of feet from the first stood open. You walked in and it was smaller than your chosen room and was also equipped with a smaller bathroom. This would be the guest room.
No other rooms were in the house, but you knew that this was the best house you could have asked for. After a few hours the men were finally done with unloading your truck. The sun was setting outside you noticed when you walked the men out and they all gathered inside the silver truck they came in. Jason stayed back, standing beside you.
"We are all off work now and we were wondering if you would like to come with us to a place called Merlottes. Since you just moved in and stuff, you don't have any food."His face showed no hint of flirtation, letting you accept his invitation.
"Sure."