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Annabella Stone lived in a normal house, in a normal town with a normal family. She was quite a shy girl yet she loved to cheerlead. She studied hard and spent time with her friends. She was normal. O...
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Xavier pulled up to a posh, big house. And when I say big, I mean massive. I swear, his house could fit three of my houses in there. He has a huge driver way that has a garage and three cars parked outside. His house has steps leading up to two doors that probably open to a house fit for royalty.
"Xavier...Y—you live here?" I stammer as my mind takes in this beautiful mansion. I'm sorry, but this house doesn't qualify as a house, its a mansion. This house could fit a family of fifteen at least.
Xavier doesn't respond straight away, making me think he didn't hear me. When I turn to look at him, he's just sat there staring at his house. He seems deep in thought, perhaps at my question.
"Xavier?" I softly whisper, gently placing my hand on his arm. Whatever trance he was in, he came out of when I touched his arm.
His gray eyes meet mine and once again, I get lost in the depths of his astounding eyes. They say the eyes are the windows to the soul, I never used to believe it but when Xavier looks into my green eyes, I can't help but feel like he's seeing every part of me. I sometimes feel bare when he looks at me—exposed
It feels like I'm completely naked and that he's seeing every good and bad thing about me. Every flaw I have, every insecurity.
The feeling gives me shivers, makes me feel terrified. Yet, I also like it. I like having someone see me for who I am. Not who they think I am or who they think I could be. Just, who I am.
I guess everyone wants to be accepted, to find someone who actually knows them. Personally, I think Xavier does know at least a true part of me. I think he's learning about the true me, about how I really feel.
"Are you okay?" I ask him, my eyes examine every part of his perfect face. I can't help but wonder how he looks so handsome. Xavier could easily become a popular male model. He definitely has the looks and charm to become one.
"I'm fine." He answers me, gently caressing my cheek. His eyes flicker to my lips and then back up to me. He slowly leans into me and just as we're about to kiss, the front door slams open.
Abruptly, I move away. A short woman with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes practically runs to the car in joy. Xavier gets out of his side so I take it that I have to do the same.
The blonde-haired woman is quite short, around my height with beautiful blue eyes. She looks around twenty years old, in her gorgeous yellow dress. She has this aura of mischief and fun around her.
She bounces down the steps and lunges into Xavier. It shocks me and him as well.
Eventually, she pulls away from him and comes over to me. And what she does surprises me too. She gives me a bone-crushing hug, her arms wrapping around my waist tightly.
