• THALIA •
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I don't think I've been in such an expensive car before.
Scratch that - I definitely haven't. I don't think I've even seen one before that hasn't been on the telly.
I feel like the clothes I've been wearing for a week straight shouldn't be allowed to touch such expensive leather.
I have washed my clothes in the kitchen sink, but I still don't feel like the cleanest girl in my current state.
"You look like you've never been in a car before," Warren tells me, starting to drive to god knows where.
Immediately the wind starts blowing my hair up, and as stupid as it sounds, I feel like I'm in one of those action movies.
I try to relax back into the expensive looking, leather seat but I feel stiff and awkward in this car.
I'm not sure how to feel about the silence so I try to distract myself by taking my new iPhone out the box. "Is this a joke? If so tell me now."
Warren casts a glance in my direction before refocusing his eyes back on the road. "No joke, scouts honour."
I hesitantly inspect the phone. I don't trust myself being in possession of something so small yet so expensive.
"It's not some high-tech gadget from the year 3000." Warren tells me and I spot his smile widening when he feels me looking.
"Shoot, I thought it was for a sec." I tell him, sarcasm dripping from my tone.
I turn the phone on and see there's one contact already saved.
Big cock man
This guy, oh my days. "I wonder who big cock man is." I tease the guy beside me.
"Well, if you wanna find out...." He reaches to his belt and I immediately squeeze my eyes shut.
"No no no no no!"
Loud laughter fills the vehicle, "don't sound too excited."
I cross my arms over my chest and sink back into the seat, "shut up." I mumble to Warren.
He laughs and then steps on the gas and we speed down the dual carriage way.
—————————LATER————————
"What is this place?" I ask nobody, amazed by the beautiful and elegant mansion before me.
The walls are white, windows white, the doors a black creating an elegant contrast, green vines cascade down the walls.
The oxygen been knocked out of me.
"This is my house." Warren says calmly.
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