Almost Perfect

chapter 11

Hello everyone, mind the mistakes and stuff and sorry for not using proper englis, I seem to get a little carried away with my slang, if you like thestory, then do continue reading, every read counts to me so thank y'all for being supportive!
Enjoy!
Stay smiling x
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We stopped in front of a small white cottage house, half an hour away from the shopping centre. It wasn't big and it wasn't small. It was just right and very beautiful. It felt and looked homely as if it was just yearning to invite human beings inside. There was two alike building opposite of Eliot's and looked deserted. The front porch was well kept with a few flowers growing on the green grassy pits that made a pathway through to the front door.

"This is...this is just beautiful!" I exclaimed, still getting my head around the fact he lived here instead of those big city houses which was much of a surprise in itself.

"Glad you like it!" He exclaimed opening the front door.

"You comin in" he bellowed waking me from my trance.

"Um, yh!" I shouted, pacing myself towards the door.

Walking inside to beautiful calligraphy that camoflauged the white dull walls was fascinating. There were picture frames of oil paintings and dark cities scattered across the already magnificent wall. The kitchen was rather big for one guy. The work tops were a black granite with white glossy cupboards paving the kitchen walls. There was a breakfast bar on the right hand corner of the kitchen with two long black stools. It was an open kitchen that lead through to the basic living room.

It had a 52" tv screwed onto a black wall and two cream sofas surrounding a brown coffee table. There was a small elegant fire place near the end of the wall with picture frames on the mantelpiece.

I walked over to the fire place and picked up a funky colouful frame that contained a polaroid. Eliot was standing beside a girl, who infact was very pretty. She had blonde hair and a flick of eyeliner at the ends of her narrow blue eyes.

"Who's this?" I ask him, in hope that It would be his sister or something.

He walked over to me and stared at the picture I was looking at with a sad look in his eyes. It was silent for a moment until he spoke.

"That...that was my girlfriend, Alex." He said, not once taking his eyes off the picture. He was taken. Great...

"Was?" I ask him still curious, hoping that he will open up to me.

"Yh." He says bluntly and then walks through to the kitchen and takes an apple from the ancient fruit basket.

"You want one?" He asks, completely scrapping the subject with a jolly face, but I don't mind, if it's sensiive I'm in no position of knowing. I hardly know him let alone him telling me his life story.

"Yh sure" I say to him and he tosses me a green granny smith apple. I catch it with my right hand proudly. I was never really good at catching.

"Where's your room?" I ask.

"Upstairs".

"How many bedrooms?"

"Three."

"For only one person, you got three rooms and a luxurious place to yourself, don't you get bored!"

"It's called friends dear, and I've converted one room to gaming and the other to a storage and study room. Come I'll show you?" He says already half way up the laminated stairs.

He opens a white door that is covered in stickers and graffiti and there sits a pool table. There is also a smaller Tv and a stack of video games on a black shelf. The walls are covered with Marvel wallpaper and a huge canvas with Marvel heroes. Very retro and cool.