Sorry I haven't updated in a while. I left my computer mouse at my dad's and I've had to work all the basketball games. Combine that with my youth group and all the extra work
I have to do for my film class and it makes a tired and overstretched Brea.
On a side note: You guys are still awesome... please don't burn my house down for not updating. Put the torches away!
Chapter Nine
Mary-Lynette's POV:
The cab pulls up to a huge mansion. There must be at least like 30 rooms inside. I stare blankly for a few seconds before Ash nudges me, a cute grin on his face. I snap out of it and reach into the trunk to grab my messenger bag. Ash takes the rest of my bags. We walk in the front door and he sets down the bags.
"I thought you guys would be throwing me a party!" Ash yells, walking into the kitchen. I stand by the door awkwardly. I hear the murmur of voices from the kitchen.
"C'mon Mare! The party's in here," Ash yells. I clutch my messenger bag close. I steel myself and then walk into the kitchen. I'm greeted by expressions of shock.
"She actually exists," a dark-haired girl whispers. A boy stands up and walks over to me.
"Sorry, we're just surprised. We thought Ash was making you up in some kind of twisted plot. I can't believe your actually real. I'm James," the boy says, extending his hand. I shake it.
"I'm Poppy," a cute little curly-headed thing says," I'm James' soul mate. It's great to meet you. I knew that you were real. These idiots were the skeptical ones."
"Mary-Lynette," I say, smiling at the girl.
"I'm Rashel," the dark headed girl says," and this is Quinn."
"'Sup?" Quinn says.
"You'll meet everyone else later. We're all spread throughout a bunch of different houses and you just happen to room with the awesome people," Rashel says with a smirk. I laugh. These people are actually easy to be around.
"You didn't even get me a cake?" Ash complains but I can tell that he's joking.
"Hey, we're actually here so you can live without the cake," James says, sitting down and leaning back in the chair. Ash turns and chunks an apple at James. It's so fast the I can barely see it. Just as fast, James catches it with simple grace. He turns and glares at Ash who makes an innocent expression. Poppy and Rashel exchange alarmed looks then grab my arms and tow me out of the room.
"What are you doing?" I ask worriedly. They just shake their heads and pull me away faster. As Poppy and Rashel pull me upstairs, I notice that the bags that were by the front door are gone. They pull me into a room with a giant flatscreen tv in it and a wall dedicated entirely to movies.
"When the boys get like that, there's bound to be some kind of mess to clean up," Poppy explains.
"Plus, I figured that the best way to get to know someone is to have a movie marathon. We each pick two movies and then after we watch a few, we'll play some pool or fousball and then we'll watch the rest," Rashel says. I smile. It's a rare occassion for me to spend casual time with other girls, or much of anyone.
Rashel picks out Resident Evil and The Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Poppy picked The Notebook and Charlie St. Cloud. I, to be funny, picked Dracula and 10 Things I Hate About You. Let the fun begin.