Francis lived in a gigantic brick house about 30 minutes from the school. He was the son of a wealthy business executive and a model. His parents were never home, so he became independent.
The car pulled into the large driveway. The walls of the house were made of a decorative stone brick, and the trimming around the windows was made of a white plastic-like material.
"Well, we're here. No one else is home. We have the house to ourselves."
Heather looked at the house in awe. "Is this house really yours? I never thought of you of the rich type."
"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. 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 and redecorate all 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."
"Didn't you tell them you were having friends over?" Heather asked.
"I did, but the best they could do was save those two rooms," Francis replied with a sigh.
"Fine." Heather huffed. She turned to Chris. "If you do anything funny to me, I will beat the hell out of you."
"Look, if I make you to uncomfortable, I'll look for somewhere else to sleep," Chris told Heather.
"No, it's fine," said Heather. "I don't want you sleeping anywhere uncomfortable because of me."
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."
"I would like to see you try," Francis said, laughing. "You can't drive a car to save your life."
"Francis, I thought you said we had the house to ourselves, but you just said there will be people painting the house?" Heather asked.
"I asked them to take the weekend off," Francis replied.
Francis 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 mainly out of respect based on their current situation.
"Hey, I'm going to order pizza for dinner if that's ok. In the meantime, why don't you get changed out of you uniforms and into something comfortable," said Francis, dialing a number in his phone. "Oh, and Heather, there's a bathroom down the hall if you want to get changed in there."
"Thank you for letting me know," Heather replied with a smile.
Francis clothes the door and left the room. Heather shortly followed after with some balled up clothes in her arms. Chris stood in the middle of the room trying to comprehend his current situation.
"How did I wind up getting the same room as a girl? I can't figure out which is bothering me more. The fact that she is staying in the same room as me or the fact that she chose to sleep in the same room as me."
Chris started to get changed. There was a knock on the door. Chris jumped and began to get dressed as fast as he could.
"Chris, are you done yet? Can I come in?" Heather asked.
"Hold on! Give me one minute," Chris said, tripping over a pant leg.
"You're not going through my stuff, are you?"
"No, I was just thinking to myself!" Chris replied.
Heather flung the door open. Chris had just finished putting his shirt on.
"What was taking you so long?" Heather asked.
"I told you I was thinking to myself. What would you have done if I wasn't dressed yet?" Chris asked, still trying to catch his breath.
"Ok, I believe you. You passed the test."
"What test?" Chris asked with a confused look on his face.
"A test to see if I could trust you sleeping in the same room as me," Heather replied.
Francis walked up behind Heather and put a hand on his shoulder. As a result, Heather jumped and spun around.
"Hey, just wanted to let you know the pizza will be here in about thirty minutes ok," said Francis.
Both Chris and Heather nodded to confirm. Francis closed the door and left for his room. Chris had figured that Francis had left to go get changed.
"Since we have time, why don't I show you around," said Chris.
"Sounds good. Shall we get going then?" Heather replied.