You may have guessed it. Nate. From Connect Three. Please, God, please let him be a friend of the family!! Please!
"Hi, you must be Sam." The women smiled. I managed to smile back. "I'm Isabelle."
"Hi." I said. Please let him be a friend! She had short, brown, curly hair and a slim figure.
"This is my husband, Gary," She referred to the man in front of me, who had a bald head. "This is my daughter, Emily. She's fourteen, like you." She put her arm around her daughter, who had really long, brown, wavy hair. Please let him be a friend!! "And this is my son," DANG! "Nate. Who's sixteen."
Bad, bad, bad, BAD, BAD. Why me?
"Hi." I fake smiled. I hate Nate. Therefore, I hate anyone who is related to them. Even though Emily seemed nice enough. I hate my life, I hate my life, I HATE MY STUPID, DOOMED, ANNOYING, JINXED LIFE!!
"Now, you'll be staying in our guest bedroom, which is the biggest in the house." Gary explained. I love my life, I LOVE MY GREAT, UNDOOMED, NOT ANNOYING, GOOD LUCK CHARMED LIFE!! I still hate Nate though.
"So, erm, I have to take Emily to her singing lessons and Gary has to go to work. Nate, can you show Sam her room?" Isabelle asked. Great. More time with Evil. Evil is his nickname I gave him.
"Sure, mom." He replied.
"Is that Ok with you, Sam?" Isabelle asked.
"Yes, Mrs. Jones. Oh, and thank you for letting me stay." I lied, smiling a completely and utterly fake smile.
"Oh, your welcome. And call me Bell. Aunt Bell." Bell laughed before the three of them stepped out of the front door, each of them saying goodbye. I smiled at them, but as soon as the door shut, I frowned.
"What's the matter?" A voice asked. I jumped. I'd forgotten he was there, somehow.
"Oh, nothing." I replied, innocently smiling.
"Ok... well, your room?"
"Oh, yeah, sure, of course." I hated being nice to him. But I had to. I was doing this for my parents.
I followed him up the stairs and he opened the first door.
"This is your new room." He smiled. "I'm in the room next to you, Emily is opposite, mom and dad are next to Emily and there are two spare rooms. In yours, you got a walk-in wardrobe on the left, and the bathroom is on the right."
"Thank you." I said. He closed the door behind me. Yes! Some piece! No Nate! But then again, no mom, dad, grandma, Katy, Mariah, and no more Miami. Great. The door opened again and Nate's head popped through.
"Oh, you know I'm in Connect Three?" He asked. I nodded. "Well, Jason and Shane, my band mates, they're coming in ten minutes."
"Ok. Just... Ok." I replied. He smiled and closed the door again. Well, I may as well unpack. I grabbed my suitcases, all five of them, and entered my closet. Boy, did I have a surprise. And now I know why they had three floors. On the bottom floor of the closet, there were ten shelves that I dedicated to my shoes, and three shelves that I dedicated to my accessories. Then there was a spiral staircase that led to the top floor. There were five built-in wardrobes. In the first I put in autumn and winter tops, jackets and sweaters, the second I put in spring and summer tops, jackets and sweaters. In the third I put autumn and winter pants and skirts and in the forth I put Summer pants, skirts and shorts. In the last, the fifth, I put in dresses and the unnecessary things... I don't need to tell you about. I went back down to my room, where I unloaded all of my other belongings. I was about to go and find my way to the kitchen to get a snack when the roaring sound of some guitars came from below. I guess Nick's friends are here. I thought. Then I had an idea. Follow the sound of the guitar and ask them where the kitchen is. Sure I might seem stupid for not knowing where the kitchen was, but then again, I'd never been there. I walked out of my room, annoyed by the sound of the guitars but happy I kinda knew where I was going. I opened a door to find a curly, brown haired boy, a straight, brown haired boy, and a straight, dark brown haired boy, who were all rocking out on their guitars. They stopped and looked at me.
"Oh, sorry to bother you, but err, where's the kitchen?" I asked.
"Dude, who is this?" The dark haired one asked.
"Oh, yeah, this is Sam." Nate replied. "Sam, this is Shane," he pointed to the dark haired one. He pointed to the lighter haired one, and said, "and this is Jason."
"Hi." I said. "The kitchen?"
"Oh, yeah, follow me." He opened a door and I followed him through a few more. "Here it is."
"Thanks." I thanked him.
"See ya." He walked through the door.
"Hasta luego." I said. If you didn't know what that meant, it's "See ya later." in Spanish. I raided the fridge and went back the way Nate showed me. I waved to them as I went past them practising, and went out of the door, back up the stairs and into my room.
Maybe they weren't that bad after all. I mean, I only really hated them because I thought they were stuck up pop stars who couldn't care less. But the way they (well, mostly Nate, but still) helped me was kinda... nice. I can't believe I just said all of that. But I did.
I decided, later, that I would go up to the top floor of the closet. No, it wasn't all boring. It was kinda a lounge/closet kinda thing. It was a closet, but their was a couch, a flat screen TV (37", I think) a coffee table, some bean bag chairs, a fluffy, purple rug and a glass roof so you can see the stars at night.
So, yeah, I went up there, lay on the couch and put on the TV. On came Hot Tunes TV. I decided to watch it.
"Thanks to Camp Rock, and a Michelle Torres, Shane Gray has learnt his lesson. The Connect Three tour that was supposed to be last summer, is now on this summer." The reporter, Jeff Michaels, said. Once he had finished, Connect Three's song, Play my Music came on. I decided to listen to it. I'd never listen to one of their songs fully. Just parts, because I'd been flicking through the channels and it was on. I leaned back, listening to the song. You couldn't hear them playing downstairs, up here. I didn't need to. They were on TV. When I was leaning back, that's when I noticed a door. I got up and walked towards it. Slowly, I turned the handle. Luckily, it opened so I slid through the tight space. Ok, so I err, guess this was Nate's closet. For a boy, he sure had a load of clothes. More than me! And I was a spoilt, rich, Floridian girl. But then again, he was a rich, maybe spoilt (I dunno, do I?), rock star, Californian boy. So there was a slight difference. I decided I'd go back to my closet, since breaking into his was a bit... I dunno... none of my business. I turned the doorknob. Uh oh. It wasn't opening. I tried again, but it wouldn't budge. Well, maybe the other door could be open. I thought. I walked down his spiral stairs. Eugh, underwear! I tried to open that door. No luck. Why would the guy lock his closet? I thought, Obvious! He's a rock star and people could break in and steal his stuff. Duh. Great. I slid down the door. Why was my luck changing?! So, yeah, going upstairs would be the best idea, since I was getting a really good view of underwear right now. But seriously, pink love hearts? And purple teddy bears? This I was sure to use for blackmail, one day. But right now, upstairs. I climbed his maroon, spiral stairs (did I mention mine were light blue, my favourite color?) and sunk onto the maroon couch he had. All of the colors co-ordinated, which surprisingly looked much better than my old house, where the colors clashed, let alone co-ordinated. I waited.
What seemed like hours later, I heard a noise.
"Nate?" I called. "Nate is that you?"
The noise came louder. I sat up. A boy with brown, curly hair came up the stairs.
"Sam? What are you doing here?" His face seemed puzzled.
"Erm… well… there's this door," I pointed to it. "I came through it to see what was on the other side. And then I saw it was your closet, so I decided to go back, but the door wouldn't budge. So I was stuck. And the door to your room was locked, too."
"Ok, well, here's what you do..." he showed me that you just had to push the middle part of the door knob.
"Thank you." I said. "But, why was there a door there, anyway?"
"Dunno. It was here before we lived here." He replied.
"Ok..."
"Mom and Em should be back soon, and Shane and Jason have gone."
"Ok..."
"You can go back to your room, you know, if you want."
"Ok..."
I got up and said, before leaving, "Thanks for letting me out." and then I left. Awkward.
Bell and Emily got home, with Emily still singing. Bell had some groceries.
"Emilia Lily Jones, could you PLEASE stop singing?!" Bell asked.
"Whyyyyyy?" Emily moaned like a five year old.
"Because, you're getting on my nerves and soon will be on everyone's nerves." Bell grumbled.
"Fine..." Emily frowned.
"Hi." I smiled, brightly.
"Oh, hi, Sam. Were you alright on your own?" Bell asked. Errrrm... I'll lie.
"Yeah. Perfect."
"Good. I'll just go and put these in the kitchen." So far, I hadn't seen a maid. Not one.
"Well, what about the maids?" I asked.
"Maids?" She laughed. "Honey, we don't have maids."
I could feel myself going a little red.
"But who cleans the big house?" I asked.
"We have one day every month and a half. Everybody helps to clean." Emily explained.
"Ok..." I mumbled. One day not to look forward to.
"So, Emily, you wanna have a go on Guitar Hero?" I asked.
"Sure."