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Chapter 3

MARIAM'S POV

Whatever this is, it's comfy and warm and soft and I don't want to move. I heard my stomach growl, "Just a few more minutes." I mumbled to it. It growled again. Fine.

I opened an eye. Wait a minute, this wasn't the car. I sat up and looked around.

It was a small, yet cozy room. Sea blue walls, orange and red carpet, you know the kind that looks like flattened grass? Anyway... There was a small walk in wardrobe, and a set of drawers near the door to that.

I heard a soft knock on the door, before Spencer walked in.

"I was just seeing if you were up." I nodded and kicked off the comforter and took off my jacket, it's rather warm in here.

"Um... Did I walk up here and not know it or did someone carry me?" Why am I not acting like myself? Grrrr... it's the fangirl thing again.

He tilted his head to the side, cute! "I carried you up here, you looked really tired." I blushed slightly.

"Thank you."

"It's fine." He looked really uncomfortable, "Would you like some dinner, it's getting made now?"

My stomach made itself known and I laughed nervously, "Yes please."

He chuckled. "Come on, I can show you around the house while we're on our way."

He held the door open, as I walked out into the cream coloured hallway. He closed the door, then motioned to the door across the hallway, "That's the bathroom. Just make sure you have wait till after 7 am if you want to have a bath or shower, the other's are homicidal anytime before that." I nodded and giggled.

"Homicidal?"

"We aren't known as the Demolition Boys for nothin'."

"What about you aren't you in those fights?" I wish I had the ability to not open my mouth.

He smiled, "I prefer to shower at night, then I don't have to fight to get to the bathroom."

He lead me down a few stairs. I liked the feeling of the carpet under my feet, sorta like stepping on bubbly water, with out the wetness.

I was enjoying the feeling so much I hadn't noticed that we had started walking down the stairs. I slipped down the third one, and closed my eyes as I toppled forward, waiting for impact. It never came.

"Are you alright?"

I looked up, blushing immediately when I noticed Spencer had his arm wrapped comfortably around my waist. I squeaked loudly, "Yeah... Fine." Then released myself from his grip and dusted myself off.

"Look out!" I turned to see a ball come whizzing past my head. I turned to the voice's owner.

"Ian..." I said with deadly calm. Don't lose you cool now Mariam, he still doesn't know what he's going to get. I counted to 20 and back again, breathing deeply once.

I turned to Spencer again and smiled, well, more like half smirked, "So what's for dinner?"

"Um... Pasta, I believe." He has a really cute confused face.

I wandered around the corner, nearly running into a small table while doing so.

I looked at the kitchen and the cook. He had lilac hair, and lilac eyes.

"Yes?"

"Hi! I'm Mariam and I would like to know when I can eat." Have I mentioned that I'm hungry?

He smirked, "I'm Bryan and you can taste the pasta to see if it's cooked if you want." I nodded eagerly.

He scooped up a few pieces, putting them in a small green bowl.

I blew on the pasta as he gave it too me. I quickly popped one in my mouth, regretting it straight away.

"Are you alright?" I nodded, tears starting to appear in my eyes.

"Yeah, do you have any water?" He passed me a glass and the jug, I quickly, and when I say quickly I mean lightning speed, poured a glass and downed it. I gasped and sighed. "It's ready."


Fire: Poor Mariam... But Bryan did warn her...

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