AN:I own nothing but my own imagination.
This is only my second publish, so please bear with me. Give me all your feedback, comments, and corrections. Fair warning, this story is planned to be loaded with smut and fun so if that is not your style then avoid this story.
Beyond the rooftops and trees lay the rolling peaks of the mountains. Despite being in the middle of the city, the view allowed for you to feel closer to the countryside. What a view.
"Nice view, right?" A woman spoke up, shaking Clarke from her trance. She looked to the voice, an older asian woman stood before her clad in a navy pantsuit.
"Very." She smiled, nodding.
"So as I said, the neighborhood was built in the seventies. The unit needs some updating but you told me you weren't afraid of a little bit or work so I think it'll be a great fit." The woman quickly went into realtor mode. The woman laid out facts and details about the neighborhood and building while Clarke's eyes danced across the facade. She stood in front of a long building that held four houses. It looked like townhomes but the neighborhood claimed it was condominiums. They were painted in a mix of forest green, pale browns and a deep red. Each home had a different look even though they were all one long connected building. Some had brick while others had stucco or wood paneling. The one being shown to her right now was brick and wood paneling. It was standard looking. The neighborhood consisted of multiple long buildings, side by side with varied amounts of yard between each of them. A few buildings were closer together, back to back with eight homes per building. Others were like the one in front of Clarke which only held four homes and separated from the other buildings by closer to seventy feet of yard or common area.
"There are about sixty units in the neighborhood and if you look at Google Earth, you'll see it's like a sea-shell. Plenty of open space away from the main road. I'll show you later but you'll love the back." The woman lead Clarke into the house, unlocking a large brown door. Stepping into the condo, it wasn't very large but it didn't need to be. There was ample space in the first room with a nice shoe closet and small bathroom. A retroarch lead to another living space that had a huge red brick wall with a mantle and fireplace. There was also sliding glass door that lead to a small fenced in back patio. This second room also lead into a kitchen with a bar island. Most of the surfaces were yellows or browns. Clarke knew that would need to go.
There was a lot to take in and Clarke made a list as she was shown to house to compare to the list she had of her needs and desires for a home. The women went back to the front door but took a turn to the stairs behind it. They formed and 'L' and lead to the second story. The first room on the left was the master. It had the weirdest carpeted bench in one side of a wall-length shallow closet. Around the corner lead to two other bedrooms, one fairly large and one much smaller. The other two doors in the hallway lead to a deep linen closet and a full bath. After inspecting each room and chatting with the realtor, they headed back downstairs. To Clarkes surprise there was mirror paneling in the stairwell on the far wall. She almost laughed at the site and knew that would be gotten rid of. Hell even the edges of the mirror had a seventies crackle paint over it.
Downstairs, the realtor lead Clarke out the back patio which was gated. It opened into a common grass area. A small hill set her building and the one behind it apart by a nice distance. "This would be a great safe area for your daughter, and over here you'll see a flat top behind the mailboxes. This is the the central building of the neighborhood so the mailboxes are conveniently right there." The woman gestured to a flat top of slabs of concrete. They took up a large part of grass and connected the a sidewalk that lined a parking area.
"Beyond the car park is a creek. It's been terraformed in the past few years with paved trails." She exclaimed pointing off past a row of cars and the driveway that wove through the neighborhood. "Oh and if you follow the sidewalk around the block you'll find a playground." She added, gesturing behind the eight-home building behind them.
"So, Miss Griffin, what do you think? Raven said you'd love it, I hope she was right." The woman faced Clarke and waited for her review.
Clarke's face was blank but she nodded. "She's not wrong. I think it's perfect for us. A little bit of work and it'll be just what the three of us need." She confirmed her friends words to the realtor. With that, it was settled. Clarke was buying a home for her and Madi with Raven being their roommate. This was a big step, and within a week of signing the papers, Clarke was given the key to her very first house.
Driving in from the main road, Bellamy noticed the for sale sign that sat in the window of one of the units in front of his building had finally been removed. Wonder when that happened. He gave it little though and found his favorite parking spot right next to the mailboxes. It was a long strip of single spots that lined the sidewalk, but he could see his car from the house if he needed to. A long sidewalk also happened to land there, and lead right to his front door. The perks of living in the middle unit.
Closing the door behind him and dropping his keys on the table by the door, he called out. "When did the house in front of us sell?" He idly asked no one specifically. Feet quickly came down the stairs and a voice followed, answering him. "Like two days ago, I think?" She spoke before passing him by and heading to the kitchen. "Hope they don't suck." Bellamy said dryly to which the girl laughed.
"Bell, you'll think anyone sucks if it's not a quiet old person or a sexy girl to drool over." The girl replied from the kitchen before turning the sink on. Bellamy walked through the living room into the kitchen and pinched the girl. "O, I don't drool, they do." He winked at her.
"Ugh, you're gross, big brother." Octavia flicked water at Bellamy who despite his best efforts, he failed to dodge. He reached and stole some grapes from the ones she was cleaning in the sink then took off to his room upstairs to change. Bellamy shed his work clothes and slid on black basketball shorts. He was planning on working out and made his way to the smallest room in the house. The room was tiny only fitting a small convertible desk which houses the computer and two smaller monitors. Behind that was a small armchair and in the opposite corner was an all-in-one workout bench and station. This room was where Bellamy spent a lot of his free time. If he wasn't gaming on the PC, he was working out. There was also a small bookcase against the wall and a deep but narrow closet that he and his roommates used for junk.
After his workout he went to shower the gleam of sweat off his tanned skin and slipped into shorts and a shirt. By then Octavia had prepared them a light meal of a salad and grilled chicken and her boyfriend, Lincoln had gotten home. Bellamy used to live here alone, but when Octavia and Lincoln moved in they took the master and half the responsibilities. It was rough at first but they had a dynamic and flow now and Bellamy wouldn't have it any other way.
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