Carrie
hung up the phone, rolling her eyes. She had just gotten off the phone with
Lizzy, requesting a second fan for her room. Stonessa, Florida was definitely
more humid than Rillmont. Being only April, it was still spring weather. It was
now 6:00pm, and she decided it was probably time to get ready. Having only
brought one suitcase with her, she didn’t have very many options for tonight’s
attire. She ended up settling on a pair of jeans with a white lace tank top,
complete with her turquoise cowboy boots. Putting the finishing touches on her
mascara, her blue ocean eyes staring back at her in the mirror, she smiled. Tonight might be fun, the guy was cute, and
it gives me something to do besides sit in this muggy motel room. Then she
heard a knock from the door. Hoping it was Lizzy with a second fan, she opened
the door to find the teenage girl with brown frizzy hair in a pony tail smiling
at her.
“This should help, sorry it’s so muggy, the air conditioning has been
touchy lately. I’ll tell my uncle when he gets back to the office,” Lizzy said,
handing Carrie the fan.
.
“Thank you Lizzy,” she replied.
“You goin’ somewhere?” she asked, noticing that she looked like she was
headed out.
“Yeah, someone I met at the beach invited me to The
Nectarine, I guess it’s a bar.”
“Oh yeah! My uncle goes there sometimes, it’s just down Main Street. You
want me to call ya a cab?” Lizzy was trying to be nice, but Carrie figured she
would just walk, save the money.
“Nah, I think I’ll just walk. Cabs are a waste of money, and I’m living
on a budget until I figure out some work. Thanks though, I better head
out.”
“Nonsense. If you don’t want a cab, than at least take a bike, we got a
few for guests down by the lobby, you’re more than welcome to use one,” Lizzy
said waving her hand at Carrie as if she was insane to think about walking
somewhere.
“Uh, thanks. Sure, I’ll take one. And thanks again for the fan.” With
this, the two ladies exited the room and Carrie proceeded to grab one of the
bright blue bikes and went to the bar.
To
her surprise, a lot of people used bicycles as transportation around here. Probably because everything is so packed
together on one main street. I wish Rillmont was like this. No, scratch that,
I’m glad I left. I can have a future here. Pulling up to The
Nectarine she noticed it was a nice place. There were already plenty bikes
outside, and cars in the parking lot. This place looked pretty popular. It had
an orange exterior (fitting, considering
the name of the bar) with a small deck in from with two simple chairs next
to the door. Carrie opened the door and walked into the noise-filled bar.
Feeling stupid, she stood in the entry for a good minute and a half scanning the
room for Steven. She saw the bartender point at her, and that was when her date
swiveled around on his seat to face her and smile. In return, she gave a half
smile and stalked towards the open seat next to him.
“Well you came! Wonderful. What can I buy you to drink?” Steven asked,
his hand supporting his chin complete with a grin.
“I’ll just take a rum and coke please,” she addressed the bartender.
“Comin’ right up darlin’,” he replied.
“So, you from Florida?” Steven asked her. Carrie turned her head
slightly, and replied,
“No, I’m actually from Michigan. Are you?”
“I’m from New York. Moved here after college. But you are a long way from
home aren’t you? May I ask what brings you to the beautiful beach?” She smiled
at his care-free attitude, just as her drink appeared in front of her.
“I decided I needed a change. Flew in this morning,” she said, expecting
him to look surprised or laugh at her. However, he did the exact opposite. He
stared, quietly.
“Thank you Kurt,” he finally said to the bartender and his empty beer was
also replaced, with a full one. “Interesting. Any particular reason why you
left?” He seemed deeply curious.
“Well, to make a long story short, I knew I could have a better life
here. So here I am,” she said, staring back at him. Looking at her drink, she
took a sip.
“I see. Well, you’ll like Stonessa. It’s a fun place. Full of
entertainment,” he said raising an eyebrow.
“So, Mr. Steven. Tell me what do you do for a living?” Carrie asked,
deciding that she was curious in his life also.
“Well, firstly, it’s Steven Canter. And secondly I own a business. You?”
“Really? What is your business? And honestly? I was a receptionist at the
local clinic back home, but quit last week. Now I’ll have to find something down
here, if I plan on staying. I can’t really live at the motel the rest of my
life,” she replied. At this she got a funny look from Steven, he raised his
eyebrow again and paused a moment before speaking.
“My father and I own Alten
Pharmaceuticals. And you’re staying at a motel? Which one?” he inquired. Carrie
hesitated, should I really be telling
him where I’m staying? Well it is
just a motel, and he seems like an honest person. Especially if he owns a
company.
“Sunray’s Inn, it’s just down the road.” She was trying to figure out
what was going through his head. At first she thought it was pity, and that
almost made her mad. However his face showed something else, more similar to
confusion.
What’s with this girl? Who just
picks up their life and moves halfway across the country with no job plans and
probably no money. Much less staying at one of the trashiest motels I’ve ever
seen.
“Hmm. Well, it’s pretty stuffy in here, how about we take a step outside
on the back deck?” Steven suggested
“Sure.” Carrie grabbed her drink and followed him to the back deck of the
bar. There were chairs and tables with a few people eating dinner, enjoying the
sunset. They walked over to the corner and Carrie stared out at the ocean.
“By the way, nice boots,” Steven smiled, looking down at her feet. In
return, Carrie blushed and smiled back. They continued to talk for some time,
about life, likes and dislikes, and Steven’s brother, Jay. They danced a little
inside, and played some pool. Soon, it was close to midnight and time for Carrie
to go back to her motel room. Both of them walked out to the front, and Steven
prepared to say goodnight. When he noticed that she came to the bar on a bike,
he chuckled.
“Would you like a ride home? It’s dark out,” he offered.
“What? Oh that’s okay, I’ll be fine,” she replied, walking towards her
blue bike. He then stepped forward, touching her arm so she would turn around.
“I had a really nice time tonight, I’m glad you came,” he said, right
before pressing his lips down on hers without warning. Surprised, but happy, she
accepted the kiss, and smiled as he pulled away staring at her with a grin.
“Good night,” he said, handing her a business card with his name and
phone numbers on it. Getting on her bike, she winked at him and rode off towards
the Sunray’s Inn. She felt full of adrenalin, nobody had ever given her a good
night kiss like that. There was an instant connection, and she couldn’t wait to
call him in few days.
A few weeks passed, and Carrie was holding up okay at the motel. She was
quickly running out of money though, and had no luck finding a job yet. Lizzy
had let her stay a few nights for free, and invited her to dinner with her and
her uncle. Carrie had gone on many dates with Steven, even though she said she
couldn’t afford any of the places they went. He always paid for things. He even
bought her new sunglasses when they were shopping at Terry’s,
a store in the town center. She was on her way to Tivondra Café, right in town
to meet Steven for lunch. Over the course of the past few weeks, they had become
very close. Arriving at the café she didn’t see Steven, so she got them a table.
A few minutes later, he arrived in his fancy Mercedes. It was odd how different
they were, Carrie who barely had a dime to her name right now, and Steven who
obviously had a lot of money. He always dressed nice, in a dress shirt with the
sleeves rolled up and nice pants. He was young though, only 26, just two years
older than her. His black Mercedes gave away his wealth also, not to mention
his excessive tipping. Waltzing up to her, he put his hand on her shoulder and
sat down saying,
“Afternoon Miss Moore. Did I keep you waiting long? My brother Jay was
having an issue and needed some help.”
“Just a few minutes, no big deal. How are you today?” she asked, curious
what Jay needed his help with. She had never actually met Jay, except the day at
the beach where she was hit with the ball. He was the one yelling in the
background.
“Ahh, good. And me? I’m great! You?” he said, with a touch of sarcasm in
his voice.
“Well, I’m hungry, and kind of starting to get concerned,” she said,
looking over the menu.
“Why is that? The concerned part I mean”
“Well, Lizzy said she can only let me stay at Sunray’s until the end of
the week, which is in two days. I can’t find a job and I don’t know what I’m
gonna do,” she said, worry slipping through the last sentence. Immediately
Steven smiled and said,
“Let me loan you money.” Carrie’s mouth dropped open, while she gave him
a death glare. She opened her mouth to say something back but then the waitress
approached their table and asked for their orders.
“Oh, I barely looked. Umm… I think I’ll have the Caesar salad with
grilled lemon shrimp please,” Carrie said to the waitress.
“And for you,” she asked
Steven. She barely glanced at Carrie when asking for her order and instead had
her eyes on Steven the whole time.
“I’ll take a turkey club. Thanks,” he said, still staring at Carrie
waiting for her to yell at him, or whatever it was she was going to do before
their interruption.
The waitress walked away, looking a little disappointed that he hadn’t
given her the time of day. Carrie looked back at Steven who was waiting for her
reply.
“I’m not going to accept charity. I am not this honest with you so you’ll
give me money. I’m honest with you because I believe you deserve to know the
real me, and the real me doesn’t have near as much money as you do,” she
snapped.
“Fine. What about a different solution,” he suggested. What
other solution could he possibly have? Buy the motel complex so she could stay
there for free? Yeah right! The longer she took to reply the more she thought
this an actual thought that might cross his mind, uh oh.
“What’s that?” she asked
“Move in with me,” he said, completely serious.
“WHAT?!” she said, rather loudly because other customers turned to look
at them momentarily.
“Why not? We’re kind of dating, and I have plenty of room in my house.
You’re more than welcome. And once you find a job and save up money you can find
your own place. Or whatever you planned on doing,” he explained.
Carrie
took a minute to let this sink in, and seriously thought about pros and cons
over the time period of about two minutes. She didn’t know what to say to him,
so instead she just stared at him, maintaining eye contact while she sipped her
lemonade she had ordered. He’s crazy!
Are we dating? I don’t even know if that’s what we would call it! We’ve only
been going on dates for a few weeks. How do I know he’s not out with a different
woman every night? Who else is living at his house? He just continued to
wait for an answer, playing with his water glass. Then
again, what options do I have? Lizzy has been a sweetheart, and I understand why
I need pay or be out at the end of the week. I don’t want to accept money from
Steven, but now he’s offering me to move into his house until I get a job?
“Who
all lives at your house?” Carrie asked. This took Steven by surprise, it was
the last thing he expected her to say.
“Just my brother and myself,” he answered, looking slightly confused.
“And you’re sure I won’t be any trouble?” What
am I doing? Carrie thought.
“Promise,” he replied calmly, with that sideways smirk.
“Here you go. Enjoy,” the waitress said, setting down their plates.
“I’ll pick you and your stuff up at 6:00pm tonight,” Steven said,
grabbing his fork.
“I never said I was moving in!” Carrie exclaimed, staring at Steven
holding a fork. He stabbed one of the shrimp on Carrie’s plate and ate it
quickly. Then he said,
“I know. But you’ve already made up your mind. You just didn’t say it out
loud,” he smiled, taking a sip of water.
“Whatever. And hey! That was my shrimp!” She smiled back at him, taking
her first bite of the salad.
Later
that day a black SUV pulled up the Sunray’s Inn. A man walked into the motel
lobby, and Lizzy stood staring at him. He was beautiful, even though he looked
much older than her. She tilted her head slightly to the left and
said,
“Can I help you?” in a timid voice, squeaking at the end. Steven put on
the charm and gave her a flashy smile, putting his keys in his pocket.
“Yes, actually you can. I’m here for Carrie Moore.”
“Uh…room 22. Out the door and to the right,” Lizzy replied, still staring
like a fool.
“Thank you…Lizzy…you’ve been
helpful. Have a good night!” he said as he walked out the door towards room
number 22. Carrie opened the door soon after he knocked, and she had a suitcase
in her hand and a backpack over the shoulder.
“Hey roomie. Want me to grab
the rest of your stuff?” he asked. She rolled her eyes, and said,
“This is all my stuff. Just these two bags.” Steven’s eyes widened, and
he chuckled as he grabbed her one
suitcase.
“You are the only girl I know that travels this
light,” he explained as he walked down the path towards his SUV. She eyed his
vehicle, and concluded that he owns at least one practical vehicle instead of
the flashy Mercedes. Soon they were driving down the main road of Stonessa, and
took a few turns towards a neighborhood. The houses were really nice, all with
fresh looking paint, and fancy landscaping. At the end of the road of similar
looking houses there was a gate. Steven stopped the SUV at the gate, looked to
the left at some box, and the black iron gate opened.
Driving
up the driveway Carrie could see fancy landscaping here too, which included
palm trees. As they neared the massive house, she realized that he must own
beachfront, as she could see the ocean past some trees. His home was enormous,
and beautifully decorated from the outside. She was sure the inside would not
disappoint either. Stopping at the entrance, she got out of his SUV and turned
to look at the house up close. The outside was tan brick, with plants adorning
the front of the house, complete with a small fountain. Steven came up to her
side, and was about to say something when,
“STEVEN! STEVEN? I can’t find the boat keys! STEVEN? Are you even home?
This is serious Steven! I have friends waiting to party right now and you are
holding up the plans brother!” yelled a voice from inside the house. The windows
were open, letting in fresh air and also making the voice from inside much
louder.
“That would be my brother Jay. Welcome home,” he said as he walked
towards the door.
hung up the phone, rolling her eyes. She had just gotten off the phone with
Lizzy, requesting a second fan for her room. Stonessa, Florida was definitely
more humid than Rillmont. Being only April, it was still spring weather. It was
now 6:00pm, and she decided it was probably time to get ready. Having only
brought one suitcase with her, she didn’t have very many options for tonight’s
attire. She ended up settling on a pair of jeans with a white lace tank top,
complete with her turquoise cowboy boots. Putting the finishing touches on her
mascara, her blue ocean eyes staring back at her in the mirror, she smiled. Tonight might be fun, the guy was cute, and
it gives me something to do besides sit in this muggy motel room. Then she
heard a knock from the door. Hoping it was Lizzy with a second fan, she opened
the door to find the teenage girl with brown frizzy hair in a pony tail smiling
at her.
“This should help, sorry it’s so muggy, the air conditioning has been
touchy lately. I’ll tell my uncle when he gets back to the office,” Lizzy said,
handing Carrie the fan.
.
“Thank you Lizzy,” she replied.
“You goin’ somewhere?” she asked, noticing that she looked like she was
headed out.
“Yeah, someone I met at the beach invited me to The
Nectarine, I guess it’s a bar.”
“Oh yeah! My uncle goes there sometimes, it’s just down Main Street. You
want me to call ya a cab?” Lizzy was trying to be nice, but Carrie figured she
would just walk, save the money.
“Nah, I think I’ll just walk. Cabs are a waste of money, and I’m living
on a budget until I figure out some work. Thanks though, I better head
out.”
“Nonsense. If you don’t want a cab, than at least take a bike, we got a
few for guests down by the lobby, you’re more than welcome to use one,” Lizzy
said waving her hand at Carrie as if she was insane to think about walking
somewhere.
“Uh, thanks. Sure, I’ll take one. And thanks again for the fan.” With
this, the two ladies exited the room and Carrie proceeded to grab one of the
bright blue bikes and went to the bar.
To
her surprise, a lot of people used bicycles as transportation around here. Probably because everything is so packed
together on one main street. I wish Rillmont was like this. No, scratch that,
I’m glad I left. I can have a future here. Pulling up to The
Nectarine she noticed it was a nice place. There were already plenty bikes
outside, and cars in the parking lot. This place looked pretty popular. It had
an orange exterior (fitting, considering
the name of the bar) with a small deck in from with two simple chairs next
to the door. Carrie opened the door and walked into the noise-filled bar.
Feeling stupid, she stood in the entry for a good minute and a half scanning the
room for Steven. She saw the bartender point at her, and that was when her date
swiveled around on his seat to face her and smile. In return, she gave a half
smile and stalked towards the open seat next to him.
“Well you came! Wonderful. What can I buy you to drink?” Steven asked,
his hand supporting his chin complete with a grin.
“I’ll just take a rum and coke please,” she addressed the bartender.
“Comin’ right up darlin’,” he replied.
“So, you from Florida?” Steven asked her. Carrie turned her head
slightly, and replied,
“No, I’m actually from Michigan. Are you?”
“I’m from New York. Moved here after college. But you are a long way from
home aren’t you? May I ask what brings you to the beautiful beach?” She smiled
at his care-free attitude, just as her drink appeared in front of her.
“I decided I needed a change. Flew in this morning,” she said, expecting
him to look surprised or laugh at her. However, he did the exact opposite. He
stared, quietly.
“Thank you Kurt,” he finally said to the bartender and his empty beer was
also replaced, with a full one. “Interesting. Any particular reason why you
left?” He seemed deeply curious.
“Well, to make a long story short, I knew I could have a better life
here. So here I am,” she said, staring back at him. Looking at her drink, she
took a sip.
“I see. Well, you’ll like Stonessa. It’s a fun place. Full of
entertainment,” he said raising an eyebrow.
“So, Mr. Steven. Tell me what do you do for a living?” Carrie asked,
deciding that she was curious in his life also.
“Well, firstly, it’s Steven Canter. And secondly I own a business. You?”
“Really? What is your business? And honestly? I was a receptionist at the
local clinic back home, but quit last week. Now I’ll have to find something down
here, if I plan on staying. I can’t really live at the motel the rest of my
life,” she replied. At this she got a funny look from Steven, he raised his
eyebrow again and paused a moment before speaking.
“My father and I own Alten
Pharmaceuticals. And you’re staying at a motel? Which one?” he inquired. Carrie
hesitated, should I really be telling
him where I’m staying? Well it is
just a motel, and he seems like an honest person. Especially if he owns a
company.
“Sunray’s Inn, it’s just down the road.” She was trying to figure out
what was going through his head. At first she thought it was pity, and that
almost made her mad. However his face showed something else, more similar to
confusion.
What’s with this girl? Who just
picks up their life and moves halfway across the country with no job plans and
probably no money. Much less staying at one of the trashiest motels I’ve ever
seen.
“Hmm. Well, it’s pretty stuffy in here, how about we take a step outside
on the back deck?” Steven suggested
“Sure.” Carrie grabbed her drink and followed him to the back deck of the
bar. There were chairs and tables with a few people eating dinner, enjoying the
sunset. They walked over to the corner and Carrie stared out at the ocean.
“By the way, nice boots,” Steven smiled, looking down at her feet. In
return, Carrie blushed and smiled back. They continued to talk for some time,
about life, likes and dislikes, and Steven’s brother, Jay. They danced a little
inside, and played some pool. Soon, it was close to midnight and time for Carrie
to go back to her motel room. Both of them walked out to the front, and Steven
prepared to say goodnight. When he noticed that she came to the bar on a bike,
he chuckled.
“Would you like a ride home? It’s dark out,” he offered.
“What? Oh that’s okay, I’ll be fine,” she replied, walking towards her
blue bike. He then stepped forward, touching her arm so she would turn around.
“I had a really nice time tonight, I’m glad you came,” he said, right
before pressing his lips down on hers without warning. Surprised, but happy, she
accepted the kiss, and smiled as he pulled away staring at her with a grin.
“Good night,” he said, handing her a business card with his name and
phone numbers on it. Getting on her bike, she winked at him and rode off towards
the Sunray’s Inn. She felt full of adrenalin, nobody had ever given her a good
night kiss like that. There was an instant connection, and she couldn’t wait to
call him in few days.
A few weeks passed, and Carrie was holding up okay at the motel. She was
quickly running out of money though, and had no luck finding a job yet. Lizzy
had let her stay a few nights for free, and invited her to dinner with her and
her uncle. Carrie had gone on many dates with Steven, even though she said she
couldn’t afford any of the places they went. He always paid for things. He even
bought her new sunglasses when they were shopping at Terry’s,
a store in the town center. She was on her way to Tivondra Café, right in town
to meet Steven for lunch. Over the course of the past few weeks, they had become
very close. Arriving at the café she didn’t see Steven, so she got them a table.
A few minutes later, he arrived in his fancy Mercedes. It was odd how different
they were, Carrie who barely had a dime to her name right now, and Steven who
obviously had a lot of money. He always dressed nice, in a dress shirt with the
sleeves rolled up and nice pants. He was young though, only 26, just two years
older than her. His black Mercedes gave away his wealth also, not to mention
his excessive tipping. Waltzing up to her, he put his hand on her shoulder and
sat down saying,
“Afternoon Miss Moore. Did I keep you waiting long? My brother Jay was
having an issue and needed some help.”
“Just a few minutes, no big deal. How are you today?” she asked, curious
what Jay needed his help with. She had never actually met Jay, except the day at
the beach where she was hit with the ball. He was the one yelling in the
background.
“Ahh, good. And me? I’m great! You?” he said, with a touch of sarcasm in
his voice.
“Well, I’m hungry, and kind of starting to get concerned,” she said,
looking over the menu.
“Why is that? The concerned part I mean”
“Well, Lizzy said she can only let me stay at Sunray’s until the end of
the week, which is in two days. I can’t find a job and I don’t know what I’m
gonna do,” she said, worry slipping through the last sentence. Immediately
Steven smiled and said,
“Let me loan you money.” Carrie’s mouth dropped open, while she gave him
a death glare. She opened her mouth to say something back but then the waitress
approached their table and asked for their orders.
“Oh, I barely looked. Umm… I think I’ll have the Caesar salad with
grilled lemon shrimp please,” Carrie said to the waitress.
“And for you,” she asked
Steven. She barely glanced at Carrie when asking for her order and instead had
her eyes on Steven the whole time.
“I’ll take a turkey club. Thanks,” he said, still staring at Carrie
waiting for her to yell at him, or whatever it was she was going to do before
their interruption.
The waitress walked away, looking a little disappointed that he hadn’t
given her the time of day. Carrie looked back at Steven who was waiting for her
reply.
“I’m not going to accept charity. I am not this honest with you so you’ll
give me money. I’m honest with you because I believe you deserve to know the
real me, and the real me doesn’t have near as much money as you do,” she
snapped.
“Fine. What about a different solution,” he suggested. What
other solution could he possibly have? Buy the motel complex so she could stay
there for free? Yeah right! The longer she took to reply the more she thought
this an actual thought that might cross his mind, uh oh.
“What’s that?” she asked
“Move in with me,” he said, completely serious.
“WHAT?!” she said, rather loudly because other customers turned to look
at them momentarily.
“Why not? We’re kind of dating, and I have plenty of room in my house.
You’re more than welcome. And once you find a job and save up money you can find
your own place. Or whatever you planned on doing,” he explained.
Carrie
took a minute to let this sink in, and seriously thought about pros and cons
over the time period of about two minutes. She didn’t know what to say to him,
so instead she just stared at him, maintaining eye contact while she sipped her
lemonade she had ordered. He’s crazy!
Are we dating? I don’t even know if that’s what we would call it! We’ve only
been going on dates for a few weeks. How do I know he’s not out with a different
woman every night? Who else is living at his house? He just continued to
wait for an answer, playing with his water glass. Then
again, what options do I have? Lizzy has been a sweetheart, and I understand why
I need pay or be out at the end of the week. I don’t want to accept money from
Steven, but now he’s offering me to move into his house until I get a job?
“Who
all lives at your house?” Carrie asked. This took Steven by surprise, it was
the last thing he expected her to say.
“Just my brother and myself,” he answered, looking slightly confused.
“And you’re sure I won’t be any trouble?” What
am I doing? Carrie thought.
“Promise,” he replied calmly, with that sideways smirk.
“Here you go. Enjoy,” the waitress said, setting down their plates.
“I’ll pick you and your stuff up at 6:00pm tonight,” Steven said,
grabbing his fork.
“I never said I was moving in!” Carrie exclaimed, staring at Steven
holding a fork. He stabbed one of the shrimp on Carrie’s plate and ate it
quickly. Then he said,
“I know. But you’ve already made up your mind. You just didn’t say it out
loud,” he smiled, taking a sip of water.
“Whatever. And hey! That was my shrimp!” She smiled back at him, taking
her first bite of the salad.
Later
that day a black SUV pulled up the Sunray’s Inn. A man walked into the motel
lobby, and Lizzy stood staring at him. He was beautiful, even though he looked
much older than her. She tilted her head slightly to the left and
said,
“Can I help you?” in a timid voice, squeaking at the end. Steven put on
the charm and gave her a flashy smile, putting his keys in his pocket.
“Yes, actually you can. I’m here for Carrie Moore.”
“Uh…room 22. Out the door and to the right,” Lizzy replied, still staring
like a fool.
“Thank you…Lizzy…you’ve been
helpful. Have a good night!” he said as he walked out the door towards room
number 22. Carrie opened the door soon after he knocked, and she had a suitcase
in her hand and a backpack over the shoulder.
“Hey roomie. Want me to grab
the rest of your stuff?” he asked. She rolled her eyes, and said,
“This is all my stuff. Just these two bags.” Steven’s eyes widened, and
he chuckled as he grabbed her one
suitcase.
“You are the only girl I know that travels this
light,” he explained as he walked down the path towards his SUV. She eyed his
vehicle, and concluded that he owns at least one practical vehicle instead of
the flashy Mercedes. Soon they were driving down the main road of Stonessa, and
took a few turns towards a neighborhood. The houses were really nice, all with
fresh looking paint, and fancy landscaping. At the end of the road of similar
looking houses there was a gate. Steven stopped the SUV at the gate, looked to
the left at some box, and the black iron gate opened.
Driving
up the driveway Carrie could see fancy landscaping here too, which included
palm trees. As they neared the massive house, she realized that he must own
beachfront, as she could see the ocean past some trees. His home was enormous,
and beautifully decorated from the outside. She was sure the inside would not
disappoint either. Stopping at the entrance, she got out of his SUV and turned
to look at the house up close. The outside was tan brick, with plants adorning
the front of the house, complete with a small fountain. Steven came up to her
side, and was about to say something when,
“STEVEN! STEVEN? I can’t find the boat keys! STEVEN? Are you even home?
This is serious Steven! I have friends waiting to party right now and you are
holding up the plans brother!” yelled a voice from inside the house. The windows
were open, letting in fresh air and also making the voice from inside much
louder.
“That would be my brother Jay. Welcome home,” he said as he walked
towards the door.
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