Briar Nolet was your typical 18 year old teen, in her last year of community college, trying to stay ahead with her grades and dancing, while maintaining some sort of a social life.
Myles Erlick, 19 years old, and a famous singer/song writer, dancer...
The chapter name is weird, I know. It'll make sense, I promise. 😂
(Briar's POV)
I grabbed my suitcase out of the back of Myles's car, but he immediately took It from me. I raised my eyebrow at him, but he just smirked.
It was a miserable day. Dark, cloudy, spitting with rain, & a freezing cold wind that cut through you. I hugged myself tighter, trying to feel some sort of warmth. I was rather glad that I had chosen to bring my puffer jacket with me.
"Nervous?" he asked curiously. I nodded my head in response, trying to forget about how cold it was.
"Yeah. How could you tell?" I replied, trying my hardest to sound calm.
"You'll be fine. My family will love you." He reassured me, giving my hand a slight squeeze. I smiled at him, then we both made our way inside the house.
Could I really call it a house? No, not really. It. Was. HUGE!!
We walked through the front door, entering into the foyer. The walls were painted a light grey colour. A small seat sat against one wall. Above it was a enormous painting of bright yellow flowers. There was a staircase off to the left side of the foyer, & two doorways off to the right.
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This is the foyer (I don't own rights to this photo, nor am I claiming this as my own. Credit goes the person who took these photos).
"Woah... This is beautiful!" I said aloud, admiring the room. I didn't really expect Myles to agree, since he lived here, & saw this on a daily basis.
He placed my suitcase off to the side, then smiled at me, as he looked around the foyer. It was as if he was seeing it for the first time. He admired the view, then nodded his head, before turning his attention back towards me. "Yeah, it is!" He smiled sweetly, & I could tell he genuinely meant it.
"Was your last house this nice?" I asked curiously.
"My last house?" He asked, with a confused expression plastered on his face.
"Yeah, your last house? Like where did you live before you moved in here?"
"Oh.. We lived in a small house on the other side of town. It was really old, damp, & cold. I bought this place for my parents, but we all moved in, obviously." Myles replied, casually. I chuckled lightly.
I took my jacket off, & handed it to Myles, who was gesturing for me to remove it. As soon as he had it in his hands, he walked over to one of the doors, which I assumed was a cupboard, & placed my jacket inside on a coat rack.
"So you just bought this house as a gift to your parents?" I asked curiously, wondering if I had understood properly before.
I took my shoes off, leaving them at the door, where everyone else's shoes were lined up.
