*Taylor POV*
"Hurry up, Taylor, we've got to get inside before the sun rises." Michael said.
He found me hitching rides by a truck stop just outside of the city, as it seemed, and his bike had taken us all the way to the end of the very long, very steep driveway that apparently marked our new home.
"Just go by yourself, Michael. I'll catch up." I said, practically crawling up the driveway army-style. To put it blankly, I really hated walking. Michael had spoiled me with that long motorcycle ride, and after doing nothing but walk and sit for twenty-four hours all I wanted to do was sleep.
He took one look at the sunset and ran off at record pace, a speed not even I knew my brother could do.
I followed up quickly after, finding the house easily. It was the only one on this road, and god was it big.
Wasn't quite my kind of beautiful, as it seemed, because the whole thing was just too modern for me, but either way I would enjoy living here-until I saved up enough for a place of my own, that is.
I got inside the house easily, expecting a huge welcome party-but apparently, everyone was asleep.
I sighed, setting my bag down on the floor beside me, and curling up on the couch, preparing to sleep until at least noon.
At noon I got up, and got dressed. I threw on a teal crop top and white shorts-realizing this house had a pool, and decided to lay out in the sun. I dug a book out of my bag, Great Expectations, and went outside.
There was a pool, sure, but surprisingly there were no lounge chairs. I thought about going inside and asking Michael or sam about it, but I kind of remembered that I didn't know my way around the house, and it was big enough to get lost in for sure.
With a sigh, I laid down on the ground and pulled off my crop top, mainly because I had forgotten a bikini and hey, this was my house anyways, and prepared to stay there until the sun went down-or, at least, until someone woke up.
