Chosen

Part 23

"That sounds like fun." Sam laughed a little and then put his plate in the sink. "Oh no. You rinse the plate and then put it in the dishwasher." I stood up to show them how, making fun of them. They all looked at me sheepishly then smiled. "Damn we are going to be living good with her here," Corey said smiling, and doing as I said to do. "Then when the washer is full, which it will be after dinner tonight I will teach you how to start it." I smiled a little then sat back down at my seat. "We can get back to unpacking in 20 minutes," Jake said grabbing a cup and filling it with water. "Oh no, it's okay. I can finish." I felt almost guilty for them helping me. "You still have to build all the furniture," Mike spoke up. "It's fine I can do it," I argued back. "Nope. We will help." Colby joined in. "Fine but after it's built no more helping!" I was smiling but I still felt bad. "Y'all really don't need to." "We don't need to, you are right. We want to." Jake said before taking a sip of his water, I just smiled in response. "What was it like where you grew up?" Sam asked adjusting his seat. "Well, I grew up in a small town where everyone knew everyone. It is a bunch of farmland, in fact, I own a farm down there. Bunch of abandoned buildings, my favorite was the insane asylums. I worked on 2 farms to keep up with bills while Morgan works on another 2. We also worked on our own, along with singing on the street to earn some extra cash." I smiled thinking about all we used to do. "That sounds like a lot," Kevin said making me jump out of my thoughts. "Yeah, it was. But I was nice. I kind of miss it." They all looked surprised. "Ok. I definitely have to bring you to my home." I laughed. "When?" Colby said jumping up to stand next to me. "When are y'all free?" I smiled at them. "All of y'all." "Everyone? We are a pretty big group." I nodded. "My home used to be a B&B. So it's big enough to fit you all." They look at me in shock again. "How can you afford that?" "Me and my brother split it." I casually say. "Who's your brother?" Mike asked. "Morgan Wallen." "The country singer?" Jake asked. "Yeah. I thought you hated country." I replied nodding.