Love is War
Chapter 2
Once we arrived England, I called a cab to take us to our house. We finally arrived after a 30 minute drive. Woah. That was all I could manage to say, Woah. I felt ashamed for calling it a house. That was an understatement. A HUGE understatement. This was a mansion. A 3 story mansion with a colossal pool in the front . I went inside and stood there, astonished. The house was too beautiful to be explained, and if I did try to explain, it would take me hours to finish. I still hadn't finished exploring the whole mansion and I just stood there, lifeless, just like a statue. My eyes were fixed on a recording studio in the palace I now call home. Then, out of nowhere, Rachel pinches my arm.
"Hey?! What was that for?!" I slapped her on the face. A little too far? Yes. Way too far. Bad move. I ran for my life as Rachel chased me down the halls. I ran into a random room that I hadn't been in yet. Well, come to think of it, I haven't explored most of the mansion. When I stopped to take a breath, it was taken away again by the sight of the room. It was just, breathtaking, like I said before. There was a 150" 3D Plasma TV with the chairs you see at movie theaters. There was also an area in the room that had a popcorn maker, a soda dispenser, an ice maker, an area to put candy, one of those thingies that cooks hot dogs and it rotates while it's cooking them, an oven, and everything else you'd see at a movie theater food booth. I heard Rachel's footsteps getting closer but I really didn't care. Once she'd see this room, she would stop chasing me and just stand there. staring at the Screening Room.
"Amanda! I'm coming to get you! Enjoy your few last seconds of li-Woah. What is this place? Is this a screening room?!" she shouted in joy.
"Yep." I answered with a smirk on my face. I had won this battle.
She stood there, practically lifeless. After 2 minutes of standing there like a statue, I thought I might have to call the ambulance. Those thoughts changed when she turned her head around to look at me ad said "I still haven't killed you" she told me. Oh hell no!
"You're going to kill the girl that led you to this small paradise?" I told her, hoping I would convince her.
She stared at me with a seriously-fine-you-win face and told me she was going upstairs to pick out her room. I drifted off into my thoughts and it somehow hit me that I hadn't seen Melanie since we got here. I yelled out her name at the top of my lungs but then I remembered the mansion was huge and she wouldn't be able to hear me. I took out my phone and looked for Melanie on my contacts. A....G....K..... or here we go! M! Maria, Mariah, Malia , Mick, Melanie! I called her and waited for her to answer the phone.
"Hello" she spoke into the phone.
"Hey, where the hell are you?!" I asked her.
"I'm on the 3rd floor, room A3. I already unpacked. I'm just chillin'. Have you unpacked yet?" she asked me.
"No, I was going to do that right now. Just wanted to know where you were. Thought you were lost or something LOL. Talk to you later, pretty much because we are living in the same house. Bye" I told her and hung up. Wow, Melanie had already unpacked and picked out her room and Rachel had already picked out her room. I'm pretty sure she was almost done unpacking, if she wasn't done already. I walked into the living room and grabbed my bags. I made my way to the elevator to go to the 3rd floor. Once I was there, I walked into the last Master Bedroom. (There were only 3 on the last floor) Rachel was in room A1 and Melanie was in room A3, so I guess I would have to be in the middle (in room A2), which I really didn't mind. My room was huge! I began to unpack my things and put my clothes in my drawers. Socks with socks, PJs with PJs, shirts with shirts. Everything was folded and in order. Yeah, I'm kind of a neat freak. Once I had everything in its place, I put my empty bags in my oversized closet. It was the size of my kitchen back in Miami! My kitchen wasn't small at all, this is just huge! I decided I needed to freshen up and take a shower. I washed my hair and blow dried it. I didn't want to risk getting sick by letting my hair naturally dry.
I brushed my teeth and got in PJs.
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My stomach growled. I decided to go downstairs and grab a snack. I took the elevator all the way to the 1st floor and walked into the kitchen. I opened the fridge to see if there was anything I could snack on. Yum. A cupcake. As I took my first bite of the cupcake, I remembered how I got here in the first place. And no, I don't mean by an airplane. Rachel, Melanie, and I had opened a cupcake shop in Miami. The store became really successful so we earned a lot of money, and by a lot, I mean a lot. I'm talking millions. Later on, we decided to open a store in England, to grow more popular (cupcake wise). We tried to open a store in London, but we couldn't find a home near the store. Now, we live about 5 minutes away from our store. There are a lot of other mansions by this one, so it's cool to know that there are lots of other rich people by here. I didn't want the rest of my cupcake so I threw it away. I was in the mood for real food. I heard footsteps coming towards the kitchen.
"Oh hey Melanie, what's up?" I asked.
"Nothing much. Just came down to grab a snack. Are you here for the same reason?" she asked me.
"Yea lol. I'm starving. I want actual food. Want to ask Rachel if she wants to eat out? Well, unless you want to cook." I told her.
"If you don't want to die because you are starving, then we're asking Rachel because I'm not going to cook!" she said giggling while she talked.
We heard someone coming our way. It was Rachel. She was NOT in PJs.
"Um... where are you going?" I asked her with a puzzled look on my face.
"I'm going to eat out. You guys want to come?" she tells us that NOW?
"You tell us now Rachel? Seriously. You better be happy I already took a shower. I'm going to get ready. I'll be down in ten." I told her as I walked into the elevator. Melanie motioned for me to wait because she also had to go upstairs. I got dressed and did my make-up. I curled my tips a bit, to make it look more natural.
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I went downstairs and waited for Melanie. I can tell that Rachel had grown impatient.
"It's not my fault you didn't tell us you were going to go out for dinner. We would've gotten dressed earlier." I told her. She rolled her eyes and me and kept waiting for Melanie. When Melanie finally came downstairs, we decided to go to Nandos. We'd never been there so I guess it'll be cool to go.
When, we got there, there was a group of people. There were five very attractive guys. One blond with blue eyes, the other one with curly hair and green eyes, another with short hair and brown eyes, the other with a fake bird next to him, and the last one with tattoos covering his arms.
"Hey?! What was that for?!" I slapped her on the face. A little too far? Yes. Way too far. Bad move. I ran for my life as Rachel chased me down the halls. I ran into a random room that I hadn't been in yet. Well, come to think of it, I haven't explored most of the mansion. When I stopped to take a breath, it was taken away again by the sight of the room. It was just, breathtaking, like I said before. There was a 150" 3D Plasma TV with the chairs you see at movie theaters. There was also an area in the room that had a popcorn maker, a soda dispenser, an ice maker, an area to put candy, one of those thingies that cooks hot dogs and it rotates while it's cooking them, an oven, and everything else you'd see at a movie theater food booth. I heard Rachel's footsteps getting closer but I really didn't care. Once she'd see this room, she would stop chasing me and just stand there. staring at the Screening Room.
"Amanda! I'm coming to get you! Enjoy your few last seconds of li-Woah. What is this place? Is this a screening room?!" she shouted in joy.
"Yep." I answered with a smirk on my face. I had won this battle.
She stood there, practically lifeless. After 2 minutes of standing there like a statue, I thought I might have to call the ambulance. Those thoughts changed when she turned her head around to look at me ad said "I still haven't killed you" she told me. Oh hell no!
"You're going to kill the girl that led you to this small paradise?" I told her, hoping I would convince her.
She stared at me with a seriously-fine-you-win face and told me she was going upstairs to pick out her room. I drifted off into my thoughts and it somehow hit me that I hadn't seen Melanie since we got here. I yelled out her name at the top of my lungs but then I remembered the mansion was huge and she wouldn't be able to hear me. I took out my phone and looked for Melanie on my contacts. A....G....K..... or here we go! M! Maria, Mariah, Malia , Mick, Melanie! I called her and waited for her to answer the phone.
"Hello" she spoke into the phone.
"Hey, where the hell are you?!" I asked her.
"I'm on the 3rd floor, room A3. I already unpacked. I'm just chillin'. Have you unpacked yet?" she asked me.
"No, I was going to do that right now. Just wanted to know where you were. Thought you were lost or something LOL. Talk to you later, pretty much because we are living in the same house. Bye" I told her and hung up. Wow, Melanie had already unpacked and picked out her room and Rachel had already picked out her room. I'm pretty sure she was almost done unpacking, if she wasn't done already. I walked into the living room and grabbed my bags. I made my way to the elevator to go to the 3rd floor. Once I was there, I walked into the last Master Bedroom. (There were only 3 on the last floor) Rachel was in room A1 and Melanie was in room A3, so I guess I would have to be in the middle (in room A2), which I really didn't mind. My room was huge! I began to unpack my things and put my clothes in my drawers. Socks with socks, PJs with PJs, shirts with shirts. Everything was folded and in order. Yeah, I'm kind of a neat freak. Once I had everything in its place, I put my empty bags in my oversized closet. It was the size of my kitchen back in Miami! My kitchen wasn't small at all, this is just huge! I decided I needed to freshen up and take a shower. I washed my hair and blow dried it. I didn't want to risk getting sick by letting my hair naturally dry.
I brushed my teeth and got in PJs.
http://www.polyvore.com/amandas_pjs/set?id=107981074
My stomach growled. I decided to go downstairs and grab a snack. I took the elevator all the way to the 1st floor and walked into the kitchen. I opened the fridge to see if there was anything I could snack on. Yum. A cupcake. As I took my first bite of the cupcake, I remembered how I got here in the first place. And no, I don't mean by an airplane. Rachel, Melanie, and I had opened a cupcake shop in Miami. The store became really successful so we earned a lot of money, and by a lot, I mean a lot. I'm talking millions. Later on, we decided to open a store in England, to grow more popular (cupcake wise). We tried to open a store in London, but we couldn't find a home near the store. Now, we live about 5 minutes away from our store. There are a lot of other mansions by this one, so it's cool to know that there are lots of other rich people by here. I didn't want the rest of my cupcake so I threw it away. I was in the mood for real food. I heard footsteps coming towards the kitchen.
"Oh hey Melanie, what's up?" I asked.
"Nothing much. Just came down to grab a snack. Are you here for the same reason?" she asked me.
"Yea lol. I'm starving. I want actual food. Want to ask Rachel if she wants to eat out? Well, unless you want to cook." I told her.
"If you don't want to die because you are starving, then we're asking Rachel because I'm not going to cook!" she said giggling while she talked.
We heard someone coming our way. It was Rachel. She was NOT in PJs.
"Um... where are you going?" I asked her with a puzzled look on my face.
"I'm going to eat out. You guys want to come?" she tells us that NOW?
"You tell us now Rachel? Seriously. You better be happy I already took a shower. I'm going to get ready. I'll be down in ten." I told her as I walked into the elevator. Melanie motioned for me to wait because she also had to go upstairs. I got dressed and did my make-up. I curled my tips a bit, to make it look more natural.
http://www.polyvore.com/super_cali_swagilistic_sexy_hella/set?id=107983313I
I went downstairs and waited for Melanie. I can tell that Rachel had grown impatient.
"It's not my fault you didn't tell us you were going to go out for dinner. We would've gotten dressed earlier." I told her. She rolled her eyes and me and kept waiting for Melanie. When Melanie finally came downstairs, we decided to go to Nandos. We'd never been there so I guess it'll be cool to go.
When, we got there, there was a group of people. There were five very attractive guys. One blond with blue eyes, the other one with curly hair and green eyes, another with short hair and brown eyes, the other with a fake bird next to him, and the last one with tattoos covering his arms.
Y did Melanie have to die!! She was my favorite character!?! Or did she die??......
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