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Part 4

"Alright. Well, just follow me?" He says it more as a question so I nod my head.

We separate into ourown cars and turn the engines on. I wait for him to pour out o f the parking lot he occupies and drive towards the exit before I do the same thing, stopping right behind him, at least five feet away.

When he is positive I am behind him, he pulls out of the paking lot onto the road, Looking both ways, I follow when I see no cars. Justin keeps going straight, towards the norht side of town. I don't come here very often since I like on the east sidde of town and so do most of my friends.

He passes Walnut, Chesnut, and Weinback before he takes a right. I do the same and then he pulls into a house on the left side of Illinios into the driveway of the fourth house. There are no cars already in the driveway so I assume his parents aren't home.

The two-story house is amazing, to say an understaement. I wonder what his parents' occupations are for being able to afford this house.

I pull into the driveway just behind him. Shutting off the engine and bringing ym keys with me, I get out and close the door, locking my car just in case. I walk up to Justin who is already waiting for me at the bright white wood front door.

"What do you parents work as?" Was what came out of my mouth when I stand next to hiim.

His face falls for amoment and I wonder if it could be because his parents work so much and he never really gets to see them, but I guess I never get to really think about it too much longer because his expression goes back to cheery. "They are both doctorss." No surprise there.

"Oh," I reply. "What specialty?"

"Dad's a neurosurgeon and Mom is a medical oncologist." So his dad works with the nervous system and his mother workers with medicines for cancer. Explains it all.

"That's awesome. When I was a little girl, I wanted to be a doctor. I still do but I have no idea if I'll be able to do it."

Justin picks out a specific key from all of his keys to unlock the door. He goes in, holding the door open for me as I go in after him. Inside, the house is just as great as the outside. The floors are a prestine white marble and a matching staircase is presented right in front of us, the railing a slick black. Pictures hang on the walls, but no family photos. I don't know if that is odd or what, but families are different.

On either sides of the staircase are soft cushion looking chairs and small tables with flowers. The inside looks more like a mansion rather than a house.

"Thoughts?" I hear Justin ask from beside me. I look over at him a nd can tell from the smile on his face that he knows exactly what I think.

"I want to live here," I say and he laughs.

"Well I only met you today," he says, "so i don't think we can move that fast."

I laugh and he tells me to follow him as he goes up the stairs that are extremely clean. I do and soon enough we come across a medium brown oak door. Justin opens it and goes inside. I do too.

I can say it's his room, becuase I can just tell. It's not messy or anyhting, but it has his scent, a mint and musk mixed smell. There are a few band posters on the wall, Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, and ACDC.

"Welcome," he says. "Would you like anything to drink?"

"Water please," I answer and he nods.

"Okay. I'll be back with that." And then he was out of the room.

I take this time to look more around. A dreser has a stack of CDs, papers, folders, an iPhone charger cord, and a few other things. The bed spread is just plain grey, keeping the boyish vibe. Two shredded doors that indicated a closet across the room and another door is next to it, most likely a bathroom.

Within minutes, Justin is back in the room, a clear glass of water in his hands. I glady take it fromhim ,thanking him in the process. I take a sip and then another, just now realizing how dry my throat actually is. I hold the glass in my hands as i take a seat on the edge of his bed, hoping he really doesn't mind.

He doesn't because he smiles and says, "Good. I thought you were just going to stand there until you leave."

"I wouldn't be able to do that," I respond.

I continue drinking the water and feel myself starting to get tired. I had enough sleep last night. Or maybe I didn't.

My eyes start to drop and I struggle to keep them open. In a matter of seconds. I am unable to do that, and I feel myself drifting off into darkness as I think I hear the words "so fast".