One hour. It had taken officially one hour to unpack a room with only the bare essentials, to one that could be in a magazine. Making it even better was the fact that Alice's side and the side of her room mate color coordination was near perfect, and both twin sized beds had a dark-stained wood frame.

Alice's side of the room decorated in rich browns and olive greens, with a black accent wall to the left of the bed. Placed in methodical ways were simple pieces of black furniture, that complimented both color schemes. Alice had black desk next to her closet that had been filled to the brim of all different articles of clothing. All the her show clothes that could not fit in the closet had been placed in a black trunk at the base of her bed.

Turning away from her closet as she finished filing the last available space with a pair of leather sandals, Alice walked around a small couch and sat in front of a box that held a simple coffee table. She had held off on putting in together, in favor of waiting for her new roomie, Victoria Knight.

Over the course of summer they had become quick friends through social media and Skype, which quickly lead to decoration plans for their room. The two of them had planned out the colors perfectly and after a week had decided to put black walls on either side of the room and a smooth creme for all the other walls. Of course this was after hours of arguing about what was really needed while shopping online at Target.

Victoria's favorite colors were royal purple and creme, going nicely with my olive green and rich brown. She had a black desk – the twin to Alice's – and black truck at the base of her bed. The only thing that had been unpacked when Alice came in earlier was Victoria's royal purple, white, and black damask comforter sham and bed skirt set. In comparison to Alice's full olive duvet with a mixture of patterns, textures, embroidery and pleating, two standard shams, full bed skirt, and one decorative pillow, was as extraordinary and her heritage.

While they were getting to know each other, it had slipped that Alice was of German and Russia decants. To which Victoria had more or less confessed that her family was from a long line of Duchess and Dukes from various countries. Which had honestly been amazing to hear about.

After awhile of staring a the coffee table's 'how to' instructions there was a crisp knock was heard at the door. Standing up Alice opened the door and came face to face with a box. No wait, two boxes.

Letting out a soft chuckle she took the top box and exclaimed, "Hey stranger!"

Laughter that sounded like the tinkling of bells was heard as a head appeared behind the box. Light green eyes with a softness to them greeted me while cotton candy glossed lip's smiled at me back. Long brown hair fell neatly down her back in large loose curls. Besides that, Alice and Victoria could have been twins. They were both average height, tan, and looked like they both had come from Arizona, not Washington and New York. Victoria was wearing black skinny jeans, silver flats with a cute buckle on the toe, and lush sheer print Henley tank top in purple with golden hop earrings finished off her ipsum outfit!

"Oh hush! I still have two more boxes and then all the other stuff I brought for the room! Can you image! I brought the vacuum, cleaning supplies, toiletries, a shower curtain and so much more!" Victoria just about squealed Alice set down the box she had been holding onto her bed.

"Great I can't wait to see!" Alice replied excitedly. If either of the two had forgotten something they were both armed with Nordstrom, Chase and Pottery Barn cards. Though the thought of forgetting something instantly made wonder Alice brought her necklaces. Just the thought for not having them drove Alice over to her trunk, where she lifted the heavy lid and pushed aside all her other show clothes and pulled out a small box. Inside the box were two necklaces, one a super thin golden chained one with a small little emerald and diamond wrapped in a swirl, and a silver thin chained on with a lovely heart shape diamond incrusted side.

"Phew!" She thought as she held them tightly. Satisfied with herself, she set them back into the smaller box closed that, then set them under everything, put the cloths over, then, shut the trunk.

After 15 minutes all Victoria's boxes were unpacked. The bathroom had been filled with out Coconut Milk shampoo and conditioner, body wash, razor's and shower face wash. The small coffee table had been made, two little night stands for each of the beds and been thrown together, and two cushion sofa in the corner facing a nice flat screen TV (which had been a gift from Victoria's mom) set atop a bookshelf.

Finally everything was starting to feel like home.

Woohoo! Look guy's I was able to edit this chapter pretty quickly, and before I go to bed I'm hoping to get chapter three done as well!

I just noticed but in the last chapter I forgot to mention the disclaimer, so here it is...

I DON'T OWN CANTERWOOD CREST! IOWN SOME OF THE CHARACTERS AND NONE OF THE DEVICES OR BRAND NAMES! THOSE BELONG TO THEIR RESPECTED OWNERS! WHEREAS Jessica Burkhart OWNS CANTERWOOD CREST!

Alright, that disclaimer will be relevant to this whole story... soo yeah...

Lot's of Love~

WLUF