Phoebe POV
Finally we came up to the hill and to a stop; maybe twenty minutes after setting off from the beach, I look up and see an old lodge-like funky house, a garden around the place and even an outdoor sun room, nice place.
Mike and I pull up beside mum's car before turning the ignitions off,
"Well this is..." but Sam interrupts me while coming out of the car,
"Weird" as he comes out of the car with Nanook following after him.
I put my bike on its stand and slide off, my eyes taking in details that I might photograph later, yeah I love photography and drawing, so I'll definitely be busy here. But as we all come up to the porch I see something lying on the floor, an elderly man wearing old denims, Indian moccasins, a long grey braid down his back and looks lifeless...
"Mum" I say, looking at the guy wearily,
"He looks dead" says Michael, as he, Sam and I stand to the side as mum goes over and kneels beside the guys body, though thinking about it, I'm getting the feeling that he's our grandfather, this wont be good if he really is dead.
"No, he's just a deep sleeper" says mum, though I can tell she's worried as she begins checking his head,
"If he's dead can we move back to Phoenix?" asks Sam, I look at him alarmed after what he just says and punch his arm, he rubs the spot looking at me annoyed but I glare at him back from what he just said,
"Playin' dead... and from what I heard, doing a damn good job of it, too" the guys says, looking up at us mischievously, now laughing along with mum, I look to Michael and Sam and receive the weird looks I'm giving,
"Dad! You shouldn't sneak up on people like that" scolds mum, yup this weirdo is definitely our granpa.
We began unloading into our rooms, finding that my room is awesome! It's huge, has giant windows with a window seat which will be perfect for my photography and reading. My bed is huge as well and it looks like I'll have no problem with storage, I'm a happy girl.
I walk with the boys back through the living room with my camera in hand, since all my boxes are in my room as well as everything else, so I just want to take photos and help around when I can.
The style is kind of cool, it's all basically large, lodge-like, with funky leather furniture and Indian blankets,
"This is kind of a cool place" says Mike, I nod in agreement, catching an image of Michael carrying his boxes of barbells, he smirks after seeing me do this,
"I'm so excited I just can't hide it. I'm about to lose control and I think I like it" you could just hear the thick sarcasm in Sam's voice, I roll my eyes at this,
"Will you give Mom a break?" says Mike as he starts lifting his barbells a few times the show off.
"Grandpa does not own a T.V. Have you noticed? There's no T.V. Santa Carla has no malls, no Cineplexes and now I won't even have MTV. I will not know anything hip happening anymore" says Sam, I sit down next to a window, capturing Nanook in the distance chasing some horses in a field, do we own those horses?
"Hey, Sam, we're flat broke, besides you were never up to date with hip" I say while still looking through my camera's eye finder, looking for something to shoot, though I did hear Mikes short laugh at my comment.
"Even poor people have T.V.s" says Sam, I shake my head annoyed at Sam, I wish he would stop complaining.
