3 Chapter 2: The room problem

The green car pulled up to a gas station and two teens stepped out. One male and one female. As they walked towards the door the boy in the car yelled out,

"Don't take too long. And don't do anything I would do!"

"What do you expect us to do," replied the girl with her cheeks puffed. The remarks Francis made towards her and Chris were getting on her nerves, but she said nothing about it.

"Use your imagination, or nevermind don't do that. Just don't be stupid or immature. And don't forget to buy me something. It's my money anyways."

The brown hair boy retorted, "Yeah sure, whatever."

"Hey! That's my money. If you don't-."

He gave up after the kids entered the store. The two kids walked into the store and went their separate ways. They have been tasked with buying snacks and sodas for their weekend of excitement. Chris went to the back where they kept the sodas and grabbed as many as he could hold in his hands. Heather went to the snack aisle and stood there staring. She had not been friends with the two boys as long, and Chris and Francis knew each other. She just stood there. 

"Come on, it's not that hard. Just pretend you're robbing the place, grab some stuff so we can go pay," demanded Chris impatiently.

"Sorry, I was spacing out, wasn't I," asked Heather with a dazed look. "I didn't know what to buy. I didn't want to buy anything you guys didn't like."

This answer shocked Chris. "Come on, you've known Francis for a year now. You should know by now that he will eat literally anything."

Hearing that, she grabbed as much as she could carry. Both the teens walked to the counter. The price totaled $89.67. Chris gave the cashier Francis' credit card, and they walked out with smiles from eye to eye and two bags in each of their hands.

"Jeez, how much did you buy," asked Francis in shock.

"Enough to have an enjoyable time," responded Chris.

"Good answer. Come on, let's get going."

The two kids jumped into the car without even opening the door. Francis started the car and the lime green car entered the highway and drove towards home. 

Francis lived in a gigantic brick house about 30 minutes from the school. He was the son of a wealthy businessman and a model. His parents were never home, so he became independent.

The car pulled into the large driveway to what seemed like a house the size of a department store.

"Well, we're here. No one else is home. We have the house to ourselves."

Heather looked at the house in awe. She had never been to a house of this size before. "Is this house really yours?"

"Yep. Hey, I think if your mouth was hanging open anymore, I could use that as a garage instead."

Heather self consciously closed her mouth and opened the trunk and got both her and Chris' suitcases. The three friends walked up to the door, all laughing with smiles covering their faces. Francis stopped suddenly with a shocked look on his face.

"Shit!, I just remembered something. While my parents are gone they had people coming to paint the rooms. The only rooms open are that guest room and my room."

"You mean that one room with the queen and the Murphy bed," asked Chris.

"Yeah, that one. The one you stay in after you broke the window in my room."

Heather realized what this meant. She turned to Francis with an angry face. "You want me to sleep with THAT kid."

"Hey! I'm right here, you know," replied Chris.

"Unfortunately yes. I would let you sleep in my room with me but if word got out that I was sleeping with an under-classman my life would be over," answered Francis with an apologetic look on his face.

"And you can't sleep with Chris?"

"Nope. They banned him from sleeping in the same room as me after he ended up throwing me out the window while we were roughhousing."

"FFFIIIINNNEE." Heather growled. She turned to Chris. "If you do anything funny to me, I will beat the hell out of you."

Chris turned to Francis and whispered in his ear. "This better not be one of your evil schemes. If it is, I will make sure you stay in that bunker on Sunday."

Francis, saying nothing, turned to the door, pulled a key out of his pocket, and let them into the house.

The large door swung open, revealing the large foyer. The room had white drywall walls and a hardwood floor. Besides the occasional area rugs and picture frames, most of the house was designed like this. Francis led the two down a series of hallways to their room. He told them to get changed, looking at his watch, told them that dinner would be in the next hour, and to make themselves comfortable.

Chris and Heather entered the room and went to their beds. They had already decided that Chris would take the smaller Murphy bed, mostly because if he didn't he didn't want to know what she'd do to him. 

Francis walked down the hallway to the kitchen to check on the progress of dinner. He pushed open the doors and entered the busy kitchen. He asked the head chef for the ETA for dinner, in which he responded that it would be ready around 5:30. He walked back to his room to get changed. As he passed the guest room, he heard faint shouting coming from within the room. He opened the door to see what was going on.

"I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU NOT TO TURN AROUND!" shouted Heather with a bright red face and her shirt bunched up around her neck.

"FIRST OFF, HOW WOULD YOU KNOW I WAS TURNED AROUND! SECOND, I THOUGHT AFTER FIVE MINUTES YOU WOULD HAVE BEEN DRESSED BY NOW!" responded Chris, shielding his eyes.

At that moment, the two turned and saw Francis standing there in shock.

"Oh, to be in love. I'll let you two have your fun, but next time, lock the door. Also dinner is at 5:30, Chris can show you to the dining hall. Now if you excuse me, I still need to get changed."

Francis closed the door and left for his room.