5. So, You're Telling me That You're Rich?

What. The. Hell.

"Well, this is it." Craig mumbled.

I looked at him with a shocked expression. "This isn't a house. This is a flipping mansion!"

Craig's house, like I said, was a huge mansion. I'm guessing late 18th century. But that's besides the point. It had this glorious old faded white foundation, and even some of the chipped wood looked amazing.

"Yeah, well. My dad is a lawyer." He shrugged.

I poked him. "So you're a rich bitch?"

Craig smirked. "The rich bitch. Well Sadie falls under that category more."

I playfully smacked his arm, and got out of the car. I lightly slammed the door, and walked towards the front door. Craig got out this key, unlocked the door, and held the door for me.

"This way milady." He winked sarcastically.

I rolled my eyes and walked in. I gasped. It was beautiful. The house was full of classic arches, hand-crafted door and doorknobs, and the glittering marble floors.

"Craig, this house is amazing." I gasped quietly.

"Well thanks." He flashed an embarrassed smile.

He was adorable when he did that.

Wait. Rebecca! Get it together, girl. Yeah Craig is hot, so what? And rich. I hate to say this but.

Can anyone say bonus?

Craig grabbed my hand and yanked me up the stairs. I couldn't help but blush a little. He led me to this doorway; covered in Keep out! Danger! Beware of awesomeness! signs.

He put his hand over my eyes. He opened the door, and walked with me inside. Closing the door behind him, he slowly slid his hand off of my face. I blinked my eyes open.

This room was covered in band posters. The walls were painted black with neon splats all over. There was this king-sized bed, draped in black covers. And the pillows were all neon pinks, red, yellows, oranges, greens, blues, and purples.

"Your room is bad ass." I smirked, plopping on his bed.

"Eh, I try." Craig chuckled.

I giggled. "It's like a freaking rainbow in here!"

"You're cute when you giggle." He smirked.

"You're cute when you giggle too." I grinned.

He put a hand over his chest, acting offended. "Bish! Imma smack you into next week. You dig fool?"

I cracked up laughing. Being gangster isn't his forte. Well it isn't mine either. Watch and you'll see.

"Yo fodizzle my fizzle foshizzle. Oh good Lord, slap me." I smiled.

Craig then ran up to me and pretended to falcon punch me in the face.

"Why, Craig-a-fer! How dare ye!" I acted offended.

"She looked to the left and, falcon punch!" He poked me, grinning like a moron.

Long story short, we're both total dorks. Not our faults we were born totally awesome.

"So anyways. Becca, who was that Jacob kid?" Craig asked me, a serious glint in his eyes.

I looked down sad. "Jacob is my ex-boyfriend. You see, last year we were completely head-over-heels for each other. But my ex-best friend, Kimberly, kind of stole him away. But as you see, he broke up with her after she lied to him. And still claims he's in love with me."

"Kimberly? Like Kimberly SanDiagoz? She's a total whore." He nodded his head in agreement.

"May I ask why you know her?" I looked into his eyes.

Craig looked down, then back up and into my eyes.

"My older brother used to date her. Said she was completely amazing to be with." He mumbled.

"Well, she is a manipulator. Anyways, go on." I interrupted.

"Yeah, well. My brother used to love her. He would come into my room and complain about how much he loves her, but doesn't trust her all too much. Then she cheated on him with some other guy. And that other guy is probably Jacob, correct?" He asked.

"Yeah. Kimberly wasn't single before Jacob. But, now she is." I answered.

"You know, Jacob is a douche." He smiled softly. "He dumped the most amazing girl known to the world."

I smiled. A real, warm, soft smile. I hadn't smiled my real smiles since the whole Jacob and Kim thing.

"You really think so?"

"I don't think so." He frowned. "I know so."

I smiled again. Craig was absolutely amazing.