Bacon. I could smell Bacon.

That's what finally dragged me out of bed. I was still in Tray's arms when I woke up and managed to wiggle my way free without waking him up. I sat on the edge of the bed and yawned slowly.

Glancing around I noticed that all of my things were by the door in this room. This very large, very pretty room. There were four tall white walls. That reached up from the white carpet to the wooden ceiling.

The wall to the left of the bed was relatively clear, besides the two white doors framed in what looked like sanded spruce wood. And then to the right of those doors there was a small curved wall with a fireplace made from light stone.

Above the fireplace was a small, curved t.v. that extended out of the wall.

The wall in front of the bed was less of a wall and more of a large window, that reached from the floor up to the ceiling. It was also framed in the same spruce wood that framed the door. Beyond the window was a beautiful view of the forest that framed my uncles property. And a pretty white lounge chair was placed in front of the window.

To the right was a little window bay with a small wooden desk and a lamp. It was surrounded by large wooden framed windows.

The bed sat up against another plain white wall. It's curved, raven colored frame reaches two thirds of the way up the wall. The sheets were white and soft under my touch, probably satin. It wouldn't surprise me, seeing as how the rest of the room was so nice and expensive looking.

To either side of the bed was a little bedside table, both were the same pretty raven shade that the frame was. And they had little white designs snaking up the sides of them.

Pushing myself off the bed, as slowly and quietly possible, I made my way over to my things. They were placed neatly between the two doors.

Carefully I opened the door on the left, it opened easily with the slightest squeak that made me flinch and look back at the bed. Tray only shifted slightly.

I peaked my head out of the room and found myself looking into a long, wide hallway. It was lined with a few other doors, about 4. And I could see where it curved off to the staircase by the light coming from that area.

I pulled back into the room and closed the door softly, it didn't make any noise this time. Thankfully.

Then I opened the other door and was greeted by a pretty white bathroom. I stepped inside and flicked the light on.

The white counter to my left was long and had two sinks. Above it was a very long, impeccably clean mirror. And to my right was a large rounded bathtub with three tall windows set into the wall behind it.

There was a little tray in one of the corners with bar soaps, little bottles of shampoo and conditioner, a blue loofa, and one of those weird hard scrub things. As well as a clear blue vase filled with small white and blue flowers. A few light blue towels were neatly folded and placed next to it.

Walking through the bathroom I dragged my hand lightly across the rim of the bathtub.

There was a walk in shower on the right side too, with marble walls and flooring, and two shower heads. And a little cubby in the wall of the shower had the same things that the tray on the bathtub had. And little blue candles.

I smiled at them, "Candles in the shower, that's funny." Candles in the bathtub I could see, but not in the shower.

Moving on I walked to the doorframe opposite of the door. It was a walk-in closet. Again it was all in white with blue accents here and there. There were shelves and dressers closer to the entrance on both the left and right wall. The last bit of those walls as well as the far wall just had hangers and racks. Finally, there was a little rounded seat in the middle of the room.

It was relatively bare besides the exception of a few colored t-shirts and a couple silk and cotton robes, coming in the colors of white, light blue, and black.

I turned and walked back to the room to grab my two suitcases. I pulled one of them into the bathroom and the other into the closet. The first one I opened was the one I had put all my self-care products in.

Beginning with the hair things like the blow dryer, the straight iron, and the curling iron that I hardly even used, I placed them in one of the bottom drawers in the counter.

My hair brushes, hair ties, and makeup found its way into another drawer. Then my tooth brush, tooth paste, contacts, and glasses went into the top one.

I carefully pulled out the two glass bottles of perfume and put them in the corner of the counter.

There wasn't much to put in the bathroom because I didn't bring all of my things. But I did put my cleanser on the tray by the bathtub.

Pulling my opened suitcase over to the closet with the other one I set it down and pulled out my shoes.

I didn't have anything fancy. Basic checkered vans and black vans, my old dirty converse that I used when I went camping, my newer white converse that I somehow managed to keep clean, a pair of snowboats and my black platform boots. A pair of cheap flip flops too.

I found a spot for those just next to one of the drawers, where a little cubby was tucked away with several spots for shoes.

Some jewelry that I had brought was at the bottom of the suitcase and I picked it up and put it in one of the dressers. Both dressers had a long thin drawer lined with soft fabric above the other drawers. I assumed they were for jewelry. At least every movie I had seen like this had them for jewelry.

The shoe box full of letters was there at the bottom too. I picked it up and looked for a place to put it.

On one of the shelves would be a nice spot, I decided.

So I set it down on top of a dresser and slid the little seat over to the shelves so I could stand on it to put the box towards the back of the top shelf.

Hopping down I slide the seat back to it's spot in the middle of the room. Then I opened the other suitcase and started folding some of the clothes, like pajamas, t-shirts, pants and shorts. Then I found drawers for all of them. My undergarments were put into another drawer.

I hung the nice shirts up on one side and the two dresses that I brought, one was a tight little red dress and the other was a flowy salmon colored dress with little flowers, on the other side of the room.

Stepping back and glancing at the room it looked kind of sad. I really liked clothes, and back at my house I had thought I owned a lot of them in my little closet. Looking at this closet now it looked incomplete, and I knew that only half of the drawers were filled.

I shrugged and pulled the suitcases to one of the corners. Grabbing the books out of the last one, I set them on the seat.

Then I looked around for something new to wear and ended up wearing my grey ripped jeans and my black long sleeve shirt. I put on a black belt and latched my black airpod case to a belt loop.

Three silver rings, a small silver necklace, and a black and silver bracelet later, I was ready.

I picked the books back up and carried them back to the room with both arms.

Quietly I walked over to the window bay where the desk was and set them up on the ledge of the window.

"Aydia?" I turned to see Tray sitting up in the bed glaring against the morning light that was now coming through the big window.

"Good morning Tray." I smiled at him softly.

He looked at me sleepily "Why did you leave?" He sounded almost like a little child who missed their mother.

I gestured back at the books on the ledge. "Just getting settled."

He squinted at the books then looked back at me. "Why didn't you wake me up? I could have helped."

"That's alright. You looked comfortable." Then I added, "Plus I probably would have gotten a little annoyed at having to babysit you to put things exactly where I wanted them."

He frowned, "You wouldn't have to babysit me."

I crossed my arms and raised an eyebrow at him. Which received an eye roll from him as he raised himself off the bed.

He walked over to me and glanced at the books again, "Is that all you brought?" He opened his arms to me and I sunk into them, wrapping my own around his torso.

"Basically, the rest of it is in the bathroom."

He gave me a little squeeze and then let go. "Show me."

"Right this way sir." I swept my hand off to the direction of the door and received a light laugh from him.

"Ah yes, proceed."

We chuckled as we walked to the bathroom.

I stood in the doorway and pointed to the counters. "Counters." Then I pointed to the bathtub and shower. "Bathtub, Shower." He nodded after each point with a sincere look on his face.

Looking at the bathtub I looked at the tray that held the bathtub essentials and the flowers. "Oh and look at these!" I leaned over the rim over the tub to point at the flowers. "These are pretty."

When he said nothing I turned. His arms were crossed and he was smiling at me.

"What?"

Shrugging he said, "Oh nothing, just watching you get excited over flowers."

I looked at him carefully then pulled myself off the rim of the tub. "Don't judge me, I just like flowers..."

"I'm not judging you, I think it's cute."

We were silent for half a second before I said, "Thanks?" He nodded back and I grabbed his arm and dragged him to the closet.

"Closet."

He laughed at me, "You really have a way with words."

I shrugged playfully and turned back to go back to the room, "Yeah, I know."

I could hear him follow me out into the room and I turned for the door to the hallway. "Can you smell that?" I asked as I opened the door.

He stopped for a second, a look of concentration passed over his face quickly. "Yeah, some sort of food."

"Bacon." I corrected and then stepped out into the hallway. "Which means breakfast, which means I want to eat."

"Alright, alright let's go get some food then."

I celebrated by whooping softly and hoping over to the staircase. I went down the stairs by three's, jumping over two at a time. Tray only skipped every other one, he wasn't jumping either, and he still managed to make it to the bottom in the same amount of time that I did. I just had to be short didn't I?

I stopped at the bottom looking around. "I don't know which way to go..." The staircase had a little curve to it and led to an entryway where the big front doors were. To either side of the doors was an entrance into god only knows where. As well as one that led straight back from the door past the staircase. Right above us was a big glass chandelier that caught the light that came from the windows above and beside the door.

As if she had heard me, a little maid dressed in a cute little floral dress appeared. She was shorter than me, remarkably. And though she was older than me she had a very child-like face. Almost doll-like.

She smiled up at me with big rosy cheeks and a bright smile, "Good morning miss." She gave me the smallest of bows with her head. Then she looked around at Tray and did the same to him, "Good morning."

"Morning." He replied.

I gave her a little smile, "Good morning er-"

"Claire."

I nodded, "Good morning Claire, um, if you don't mind, could you tell us where we could get some food?"

She nodded. "Of course! It's done actually, just right over here."

She led us through the passageway on the right side of the door, which went through a large dining room with a small chandelier and a large oak and metal table, into a pretty kitchen.

It was very big, with an island with bar stools. And the counters were a deep wooden color, the cabinets were white. Marble backsplashes and silver accents really pulled it all together.

"This place just keeps getting better..." I remarked to myself.

Tray scoffed, "Your uncle must be very rich."

"He works hard for it." The maid pipped in as she went to the island, which had a few trays of food on it and two placements set up.

"Yeah, I bet. I can't imagine what he did to get it all." Tray said as he took a seat on one of the bar stools.

I slid in next to him and Claire handed us each an empty plate. "Well go ahead, get what you want."

Glancing over the foods I saw that Tray was already getting himself some of the scrambled eggs. So I started with the bacon.

I was pretty picky about my bacon and I looked through the tray with my fork until I found a couple of pieces that weren't too crunchy but also not just fat.

Handing the bacon to Tray I went for some of the fruits. "Did you make this?" I asked Claire.

"Heavens no, I would have burnt it all." She giggled to herself. "Kurt made it, he cooks a lot actually."

"Oh- yeah I know. He used to bake things with me when I was younger like cakes and casserole." I said setting the fruit bowl down and grabbing the eggs.

She nodded slowly, a small look of understanding crossed her face but it was immediately replaced with a smile.

"Where is my uncle anyway?"

"Oh, he's over in the office." When I gave her a puzzled look she informed me, "If you go through the entrance to the left of the front door you will see the formal sitting room and some double doors. The double doors are where his office is. He has asked me to tell you his office and his room are the only places off- limits here."

I was chewing some fruit and mumbled, "Sounds good to me."

She kept chattering about the house, fun places to go, and then a little about some of the stories she had while we ate. I didn't say much except for the occasional question or 'mhm.' I was too preoccupied with my food to talk. But I did listen.

She grew up in a smaller town and her parents were not normally home so she had to take care of her younger brother. They weren't exactly poor but they weren't wealthy either. So they struggled a little.

But she went to school and graduated college to become a therapist. She never did it though because she prefered working with people who she had a closer relationship with. So I guess she ended up here as a maid for my uncle.

By the time she finished her story I had just taken my last bite of food.

"Oh here let me get that for you." She started to make her way around the island to my side.

I picked up my plate before she could grab it. "No it's fine I can do it." Normally when someone offered to do my dishes I wouldn't argue, but for some reason being in this environment where everything was done for me made me feel weird.

I hadn't ever had this type of attention, in fact I grew up pretty poor. And I also had this idea in the back of my head that if I allowed everyone to do everything for me, that I would end up like those rich snobby girls.

I already felt like I was.

Tray started to follow my lead as I dumped my plate into the sink and turned it on. But his phone started buzzing and he stopped to look at it.

"Shit." He muttered.

I looked at him puzzled.

"It's my mom, I have to answer this. I forgot to tell her I was staying the night."

He gave me a small shrug and I grabbed the plate from his hand. "Go on, take it."

He walked back into the dining room and I could just barely hear him apologizing and then muttering something else

.The water flushed across my hands as I scrubbed the plates clean. Small bubbles forming on the surfaces of the plates from the lemon scented soap.

I rinsed them and then used a hand towel to dry them. "Where do these go?" I asked, turning to Claire.

"Oh right here." She pulled open one of the cupboards and revealed more plates like the ones I held and similar ones of smaller sizes.

"Thanks." I said setting the plates on top of their corresponding ones.

She just nodded softly, the same smile set on her face. Then she glanced behind me and gave a small head bow, "Sir."

I pivoted on my heels to find Kurt standing behind me. In yet another suit, but this one a light grey and in some way in looked more casual.

"Claire." He smiled genuinely at her then furrowed his eyebrows. "How did you sleep last night? Did the headache go away?"

She nodded again. "Yeah, I took the medicine you gave me and then I was out like a baby all night."

His smile returned, "Good."

Then he turned to me. "And how did you sleep?"

I glanced into the dining room where Tray was and recalled waking up with his arms still wrapped around me. "Pretty good... my room is, really pretty."

Leaning against the bar table he raised an eyebrow. "You think so? I find it a little too bright."

I made a sound almost as if I was choking, it was only a sarcastic laugh. "You? Not liking the light? Wouldn't be surprised."

He frowned and Claire shifted uneasily before slowly sliding away and out of the room.

Kurt went to follow her but I sighed, "Wait."

He paused and turned back to me partially, "Yes?"

"I'm sorry."

He seemed surprised by my apology and he turned the rest of the way and leaned against the island, as if he was waiting for more.

There was indeed more I had to say. "I don't know why I resent you so much. It's just, I find it hard to believe that you would just leave so suddenly without having an important reason to."

I paused inhaling the scent the bacon had left in the air. "And I know there is an important reason, but what I don't get is why won't you tell me? What are you hiding?"

He sighed deeply and looked out the window over the sink.

"Some things just aren't worth knowing, or rather, are better kept in the silence."

What a great answer. That didn't provide me with any information. But I could tell it would be useless to try and coax it out of him, so I let it go.

"What are we doing today?"

His mood perked back up again. "I'm taking you shopping."

"Shopping?" I tilted my head slightly.

In some way I really really wanted to go shopping, and just spend hours getting lost in the clothes stores. It would be nice to fill up that empty closet.

But also it felt too special. I felt like I was getting some sort of special treatment that I didn't deserve.

Nonetheless I didn't argue.

"Yeah there is a mall not too far from here, not anything too big either but it still has a nice selection." He ran his hand over his slightly gelled hair. "And if you can't find what you want there we can just order it online."

"Okay-" I glanced up at him. "Why are you doing all of this for me?"

He was not expecting that question and he blinked as it had taken him aback. "Why wouldn't I? You're my favorite niece. Plus, I feel like I need to spend more time with you to make up for the times I couldn't."

Wouldn't. I corrected it in my head.

"Fair enough, when are we leaving?"

Tilting his hand up to his head he looked at the expensive looking watch on his wrist. "About now actually. You two slept in for quite some time, it's nearly 11:00."

"Yeah, what can I say, I was comfy."

Tray walked back into the room at that time, tucking his phone back in his pocket.

"So?" I asked him.

"She said I could stay again today but that I had to come home later tonight to 'talk.'"

He rolled his eyes ever so slightly at that and I laughed. "Oh boy, not a talk."

He gave me a sarcastic smile and I giggled. "Are you ready?"

"For?"

Looking over at Kurt I said, "To go shopping?"

He looked down at his clothes. "I guess so, I didn't expect to be sleeping over so I didn't bring anything to change into."

I gave his outfit a glance up and down. "Nothing's wrong with that."

Smiling at me he said, "Well okay then."

We talked a little more as my uncle went back to his office to grab his wallet. Then he came back and led us to the front door, grabbing a pair of keys off the door.

We stepped out onto the porch, it was fairly sunny, and a little windy. The driveway was made of two parts. A straight piece that came from the road, into what I assumed was a garage hidden behind the hedges. And a curved bit that went in front of the door and then back around to connect back to the straight one.

His black mustang was already pulled up in front of the door. He just clicked the button on the key to unlock it and went to the drivers door.

Typical, a fancy rich guy with a mustang. Maybe a Ferrari or a lamborghini would have been more typical.

It didn't matter.

I pulled open the back door softly and held it for Tray to slide into. He seemed a little hesitant as if he should take the door and make me go in first but then he scooted his way in and over to the other side.

I got in next to him and pulled my seatbelt over me. Glaring at his unbuckled seat belt I said, "Seatbelt Tray, safety first."

He grinned up at me and shrugged. "You can't make me."

My hand moved over his body to the seat belt where I tugged it and pulled it over to buckle it in. Once it clicked I gave him a grin of my own, "No, but I can do it for you."

He rolled his eyes at me, though he was still smiling. Without another word he reached an arm over my shoulder and pulled me close to me. "Safety first." He repeated.

Smiling contently I looked up to the front of the car.

I could see from the rear view mirror that my uncle was shaking his head at the two of us. Turning on a radio station while he pulled out of the driveway. It was just a talk station though, and I got bored easily.

Pulling my attention out the tinted windows I watched as a few lone clouds rolled over the sky.