Loving You

Chapter 17

"Ladies! Let's ditch this place and check out that last house. It looked better than the other shacks we checked out." I called, and they came from separate ends of the house.

"Speaking of the fourth house, I didn't get a chance to look at the website. Do you have a picture with you?" Tay asked, walking up behind me. I nodded my head, but refused to show him.

"It's going to be a surprise." I wiggled my eyebrows at him and he wiggled back. We both laughed at our stupidity.

The limo ride was a tad long, because the house was close to the beach, literally just down the street and past a smoothie/ice cream shop. By the picture of the place on the website, the house was extremely comfy, but modern and chic as well. When we pulled up along the sidewalk, they boys' eyes popped out of their eyes.

"I think he made a mistake. This can't be the house, it's too..." Tay stuttered, and I smirked at them.

"Expensive looking!" Cam muttered, and I laughed as Nash was still trying to choose words.

"Mansion-like." He finally said, and I laughed, nodding.

"Nash! You always knew that my family had a little bit of money in their wallets." I teased, and he just sighed.

"This is way too pricey. We can't buy." Tay said, but I shut him down.

"Oh yes we are. Rose and I come from very wealthy families and we want this house. Tay, you can help pay for it or not; we still have it covered either way. And that's final." I protested, and he nodded in submission. I grinned, hopping out of the limo and strutting to the front door.

We detoured the house, and it was amazing. Everything was perfect, and the yard was huge with a pool, great for parties. It was also in the beach, so that's a major plus. The beach was owned by us since it was private.

There was a game room, theater, and second living room. How cool! The outdoor lounge, which had another screen for outdoor movies, was sprinkled with LED lights and paper lanterns. Long, wide lounge cushions decorated the lawn in front of the screen, so we could all chill and watch chick-flicks or horror movies.

Each of the 5 bedrooms had their own private bathroom. There was only going to be 3 people living in this lavish mansion, as Nash labels it, so I guess we had 2 guest rooms, which was okay with me.

"I love it!" Tay said, and I turned to the real estate agent who had met up with us, giving him a small nod.

Sold.

***

The limo ride back to the hotel was crazy. Nash and Tay were playing a whole bunch of songs on their phones, and I laughed when they failed miserably to sound good as they sang a long to them. I was chatting with Cam when Tay's phone started to play She Looks So Perfect by Luke's band. Well, it wasn't just Luke's band, but he's the one I'm the closest with.

I gasped and screamed, fan-girling and telling Cam to shut up when he tried to speak while my jam was playing.

"You look so perfect standing there,

In my American Apparel underwear

And I know now, that I'm so down

I made a mixtape straight out of '94

I've got your ripped skinny jeans lying on the floor

And I know now, that I'm so down!"

I belted out the lyrics, not even trying to sound decent. I belted the lyrics out, recording me and Nash. He had scooted over to me when Cam went up to Tay and plugged in his phone, changing the song. They talked about it, but I wasn't focused on it because I was laughing at Nash, who slammed his fists on his head to cover his ears.