CHAPTER 4-The Mansion
One the sides of the road were tall apple trees. Each was practically covered in the most beautiful red apples and ripe for the picking no doubt.
The car pulled up in front of the house and the two stepped out. May's jaw dropped as she looked up.
The mansion was humongous! The stairs and pillars that supported the upper levels were painted pure white. The mansion itself was a slightly blue tinted white.
Drew pushed the double-golden plated doors open. May stared. The mansion was unbelievably beautiful. On the ceiling of the foyer hung a rather large diamond chandelier with golden and silver bits.
The ceiling had a painting of angels across the top. Directly in front of her were stairs that led up, then both left and right. May looked down and saw she was standing on THE red carpet.
"Great isn't it? Just as you walk in, you're on the red carpet," Drew said and took her by the hand. May blushed slightly.
"Come quickly; you need to see this," he said pulled her while running through the living room and to the balcony.
As they ran through the living room, May caught a glimpse of the Big screen TV (half the size of the movies screen), a fire place big enough to fit live people in, and couches that looked like they were made of pure tiger and leopard fur. She swore she also saw a pola bear skin rug too.
They stood on the balcony. May gasped. The view was spectacular. It over looked the white sand beach and the crystal blue ocean that slowly faded to royal blue towards the horizon.
The sun shone brightly. May watched as its reflection danced on the ocean surface; like tiny little crystals floating on water.
The view also overlooked the wave-shaped mountain cliff; a famous attraction for air gliders. May could make out all the different trees and tiny specs of silver which were the rocks on the Cliffside. As well as lots of red, blue orange and yellow specks which were the flowers, also added to the view.
"Beautiful isn't it? But wait...Look over there," he said and pointed at the mountain cliff over the ocean. An airplane came into the clearing, and seemed to be painting cloud letters on the baby blue sky.
May squinted to make things slightly clearer and read: "D…r…e…w…Drew," she said with an eyebrow raised.
"Wait…It's not finished," Drew said and May carried on.
"Drew……is……yo…ur…ma…s…….ter…commer...M...a...y…Drew is your master, May…WHAT!" May exclaimed.
"That's right…I am, YOUR, master. Understood? Now, do you want a tour of my mansion; Feeler?" he said with a big grin. May gritted her teeth.
"Y-yes…your high…ness," she had to force herself to say. "Damn it! It's so hard to call him that!" she thought to herself as he led to the kitchen.
The kitchen was at least twice the size of May's own bedroom. And that was putting it mildly. The countertops were a black marble with tiny traces of silver.
The cutlery had a bizarre shine to it, and was made from the finest steel known to man. The fridge 4 door fridge was both silver and steel, and had gold handles with diamonds engraved on the sides.
They not only had an eight plate stove, but also those benches that you can just fry on. And not those budget ones either. This was of high quality.
The floor was oak wood with a thick layer of varnish to give it that beautiful feel and shine.
Drew then led her to the games room. Inside, there was every possible arcade game you could get. They even had five bowling alleys. Not only that, they also had neon lighting, which made half of May's clothing glow.
"Heh…The neon lights make you look like a ghost," Drew teased. May frown and stuck out her tongue.
Suddenly, something caught her attention in the corner of her eye. A Dance machine. May had to try it. She ran over it and began scrolling through the songs.
Drew shook his head, but smiled, and walked over to her.
"Wow! You have the LATEST tracks by the most famous people known! After the tour, can I PLEASE try it out?" she asked.
"Ahem?"
May looked at him confusedly before realizing what he was hinting.
"Oh uh please your highness?" she said with a slight curtsey that neither expected.
"You know, all I asked for was you to call me Your Highness. You don't have to curtsey,"
"Uh…Hm…"
"BUT! Since you already did, then from now on you shall curtsey when you address me as Your Highness," Drew said; his hand on his chin, and smirking.
Next, came the music room. It was fairly big in May's opinion. It was surrounded by windows that touched the ceiling, and was covered by red velvet curtains with gold tassel.
There were guitars of all sorts, drum kits, bass, trumpets of all designs, even instruments from cultures all over the world.
In the center of the room, on a rotate stand, was a white piano. Drew noticed May staring at it.
"Can you play?" he asked. She shook her head.
"Can you?"
"Well of course I CAN…After all, it is MY piano. I have a black one in my room as well," he bragged. "Maybe I'll show you my outstanding skills later," he said and headed for the door.
May rolled her eyes and followed.
"We'll just go to the art room, and then I'll show you my room," Drew said leading down a long passage. From ground to ceiling, it was at least 50ft.
Every so often, they would pass a night's armor on a stand.
May felt that it was rather odd.
Along the walls were paintings of every male generation on Drew's father's side of the family. Surprisingly, they all looked like Drew is some way.
But even more surprising, was that everyone had green hair, and green eyes; but their hair was different styles.
"Wow Drew, they all look somewhat like you," May randomly said.
"Yeah I know…No big deal anyways…" he said without looking behind him.
A few meters from the door, the paintings stopped. The last one was of Drew's father.
May stopped walking and looked at it.
"Now, he's the splitting image of you Drew. Even his hairstyle is the same," she said.
Drew said nothing. When May realized he didn't reply, she turned to face him. He was looking down at the ground; his right hand clenched into a fist.
"What's wrong Drew?" May asked feeling somewhat concerned.
"My father…He was a bastard…A down right low life, fucking bastard!" he yelled making May jump.
"I don't want to talk about it! Just…come on…" he said and led her into the Arts room.
"He didn't even notice I didn't call him 'your highness'," May thought to herself. "Wonder what he did to make Drew seem to hate him so much?"
When he was finished showing her the many weapons his father and mother used to collect, and the artwork his ancestors had acquired many years ago until the present day, it was time for his room.
They walked down the passage, took a left, a right, another left, and ended up straight at the foyer.
Up the stairs, to the right, and they stopped in front of the door that was on the balcony, above the first flight of stairs.
"Well, here we are…My room," Drew said and pushed open his double doors.
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Ok ok I know...Not the most exciting chapter...BUT! The next one won't be as boring! I promise! No really, I do!
SPOILER: Chapter 5: The Secret Door
Drew's room is HUGE! May's whole house could probably fit in it! Or at least 90...He's so damn rich. He even has a walk in closest. Forget walk in, it's like its own room! He got a circle seat in the center even! And so many cupboards, and even clothes on stands. Heck, it's also got moving racks controlled by remote. Although this is pretty cool, what's with the random door in the far left south corner? Why does it have 7 different locks on it? And why is Drew so edgy when May asks to go look inside?