Johns POV.

As we drove, the hot warmth of the sun, was met by the chilly air from the car vents. I breathed in a huge wave of air and smiled, my hands focusing on the steering wheel.

The melodies of 'Taylor Swift' was playing on the stereo, and Quinn and Angelica were singing along, thier shrill singing nearly piercing through my clean windshields.

Whereas Dylan had a blank look on his face, sneakily taking looks at Quinn and remarking the surroundings every now and then.

The familiar structures that I've known my whole life were disappearing as we headed into the nearby secluded area of where Angelica lives. This part of Bakewell, I had never been into.

Luckily, I had maps downloaded into my phone. Not that I needed it, Angelica kept me informed where we were and where I had to drive to, every... five minutes.

We were going to Angelicas house for her to grab a few clothes; which probably means a huge luggage, judging Angie, but it's quite alright.
Quinn asked her to sleep over at my house, as my ma and pa weren't going to be home and.. well, we had nothing else to do at home. The more the merrier, right?

Plus, the day I've had was.. eventful. To say the least. I could use some fun.

The people whom live here are the richest in Bakewell. We call them the richies, the ones whom...own the businesses, the school, small hotels and few restaurants.

I was surprised Angelica lived here. I always assumed she lived in Matlock, a big village, only 19 minutes from here. It has the hotels, the big malls and the best quality accessories. Most people move there after graduating in Bakewell.

Keeping one hand on the wheel, I check the time from the miniature clock my da gave me that I've put in one of the compartments.

It was 4:00. Wow, we must've been at the mall for two hours. A record, for me, at least. I'm pretty sure Angelica has been here for over twenty four hours.

The look on Quinn's face as she walked through the doors with Dylan, made me so.. envious. She was beaming from head to toe. Her eyes were glistening in the hot day. She seemed enraptured by Dylan. And he, by she.

But, whatever. I have to move on, right?

"Say you'll remember me.." Angelica and Quinn sang, but their voices got lower as we made our way into Angelicas house.

House? Well, that's the wrong word. It was a freaking mansion.

Covered with vines and stone, Angelicas.. house, looked like it came straight from a fairytale.
The white tinted windows, can be seen from a far distance, as it had beautiful markings on them, as if they were made from hand.

"Whoah... Angie.. this is where you live?" I ask her, my eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

"Yeah! Why?" She asks me, and when I look at her, she has a grin plastered on her face.

There's a gate, made out of steel, with pointed edges at the top. It seriously looked like a castle.

"Dude, it's.. magical." Dylan splutters, and he has this 'whoah I can't believe this is a real place' look on his face, similar to mine.

Quinn, however, was fidgeting in her seat, and was playing with her bracelet. Flicking at the different charms

"I've been here before. The inside.. is way prettier." Quinn mutters. She seems stiff, her shoulders are tensed. Out of the rear view mirror, I see Dylan whisper something into her ear that, somehow, relaxes her body. She snuggles closer to him and he kisses her forehead. Ugh how I hate Dyl-

No. I shouldn't say that. It was Quinns choice to be with Dylan. I shouldn't be so mad about it. Not like I was the one in love with her for years, right?

No. I had my chance. And I blew it by doing nothing. Now it's Dylans. Who knows, maybe they're soulmates. Maybe they're meant to be together forever. Maybe that's what the universe has decided for them.

"That's right.. you have been here! For a sleepover in.. I don't remember grade, right?" I chuckle, mentally kicking my brain for thinking mean thoughts about the two of them.

"Oh yeah! Remember," Angelica laughs, re-living a memory, "When Becky peed her pants?" She snorts.

"Really?" I chuckle at the thought of someone as grandiose as Becky lacking self control.

"Hey! She was 13! She was young. And it wasn't her fault." Quinn says, through gritted teeth. I wonder what's up with her.

"Okay!" Angelica says, in a sing-song way, making Quinn even madder.

"We're here." Dylan says, breaking the uncomfortable silence filling up around us.

As I drove closer to the gate, Angelica asked me to stop the car. I did, she hopped out, careful not to break her high heels, and ran, well, took big steps, to the gate. She pulled something out of her purse, which looked like a key-card, and swished it up and down the lock at the gate.

It suddenly opened, and surprisingly no creaking sound was heard. I expected a gate looking rusty at the edges to make some sort of noise, but looks like it's well kept. Should have expected that. This place is fancy as hell.

"Okay, now drive to that area over there." Angelica says, getting back into the car and pointing at yet another gate. But, this place was different. Through the gate, I could see dozens of cars parked neatly in rows. Small cars, big cars, limousines, trucks, Lamborghini's, you name it, the car was there.

I was so excited, I nearly drove straight into the man in the post, guarding the gate.

"Hey! Stop it there, young man!" We heard him yelling, causing me to immediately hit the brakes.

I nearly drove straight into the gate.

Whoops.

"Sorry!" I whisper, as Dylan chuckles at me.

"John!" Angie playfully hits my shoulder, and she laughs.

"Garren, it's me! Open the gate please! Thank you!" She says, and closing the opened windows back down.

We can see the house much more clearer now. It's pale white, with designs, engraved everywhere. Lanterns hung from every window, making it look so majestical. There was a fountain, sprouting crystal clear water out of the mouth of the statue of a dolphin.

The stereotypical mansion vibe was surreal.

Dylan and I gaped at the cars in awe as I tried to park my car in a free space. After I parked it, we all got out and started walking towards Angelicas house.

"Ang-" Dylan starts, stops abruptly and then looks at Quinn. She laughs, shaking her head.

"It's Angelica!" She hisses at him.

"Oh. Angelica.. sorry. I'm bad with names." Dylan continues, scratching his head. "This isn't a house. It's a mansion. A castle!" His arms waving around in the air.

"Yeah. I know. My family calls it Moira Mansion. It's been here for centuries."

"Oh." Dylan and I say in unison.

We approach the door, it's big, like I mean, really big. It was huge, but dilapidated, and loosely hand-hewn. It was overly ornate, bistered.

Angelica stood in front of it, not even bothering to knock. The three of us shared confused glances, but before you say 'flabbergasted', a man dressed in a suit, with ginger hair and a mustache so perfectly smoothed out that you could laugh at, opened the door.

"Hello there, Miss Moira. How was your afternoon?" He asked, before waving his hand backwards.

At first, I was confused, but then, series of old women, carrying trays of different things clustered around us. Piles of wet towels, glasses of refreshments, and even fidgets to relieve stress were there.

"Hello Gunther!" She smiles.

"Would you like anything?" The.. butler..? asked.

I was too surprised to say anything. I was, gobsmacked.

"Hey! What's up with you people?" Angelica snaps her fingers in my face. Then Dylans.

"Sorry! I'm just shocked! It's not everyday you see this type of house!" Dylan laughs.

"Okay Angie, you're seriously living in paradise." I remark, ignoring the ladies and looking around the place. In the middle of the room, was a huge rose centerpiece, spreading its sweet aroma through the room.

There was a huge staircase, spiraling up to god knows how many floors. I could also see a very modernised glass elevator next to the staircase. It didn't look out of place with the old style designs of the house. In fact, it fit perfectly with the theme.

"Okay, let's get your stuff, Angie. And let's leave the kids here to play with toys." Quinn rolls her eyes before grabbing Angie's hand and leading her up the stairs.

"Hi... I'm John." I stutter to the butler, who's grinning.

"Hello, John. Nice to meet you. And who are you, kind sir?" The butler asks Dylan, who's eyes seemed like would pop off like the cap of a bottle of champagne.

"I'm, Dylan. And what are you grinning at?" He barks, when seeing the old mans face.

"Nothing, sir." The butlers face colors red.

"Can I have that juice? It looks delicious." I say, feeling bad for the man.

"Of..course. Please head to the living room. All your necessities to fulfill your wants should be there. Thank you." The butler quickly mumbles and leaves with the ladies.

Poor man. He's probably scared for his life.

"Oh my goodness." Are the words that I hear Dylan say when we enter the big room. Saying it's big, was an understatement. It was humongous! I bet several elephants could make themselves at home here.

The beautiful peach carpet in the room, made the room so elegant. Portraits of Angies family hung on the walls.

But the best piece in the room was the fireplace. Contrary to typical fireplaces, this one was made from deepslate, the grey stone beautifully going together with the light grey walls.

The brown table in front of the sofa was full of gift baskets. Chocolates, wet towels, gum, and even toothbrushes.

"Let's grab some!" I say, and Dylan and I both make a grab for the one with something that supposedly looked like the newest iPhone.

"Dude! The things in here! We could get rich! Let's raid this!" Dylan exclaims, ripping open the packing to reveal a vintage clock, which he tosses over to the couch, probably not knowing the value it has. I don't blame him.

"Quickly, let's do it before the girls finish!" I agree, opening yet another gift basket.

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Finally! Another chapter! Ahah! I hope you guys enjoyed this one. I have so many ideas, floating through my mind, I will most definitely try to update tomorrow as well!

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