σиє уєαя ωιтн тнє ѕαмє ѕтяαиgєяѕ ѕтαуιиg ιи σиє мαиѕισи // rp

Dylan jumped at the suddenness of the girl, he hadn't heard her enter the kitchen, or walk up to him. A few things dropped out of his hands, the apple rolling away to it's freedom. Dylan's blue eyes opened wide, and his face flared up a whole shade redder. He stood still like a deer caught in headlights for maybe thirty seconds before realizing she'd spoken to him. "Oh um, you know, s-sort of," He could feel himself blushing deeper while he spoke, a cold sweat washing over him from his neck to his back.
"Did you uh, w-want to look?" He asked while stepping away from the fridge, feeling intimidated by her being so close to him and like he needed to be further away just so he could breathe. Dylan felt himself bump into something he dropped, and he bent down awkwardly to pick it up, his face still alight with red. He caught sight of the same guy from earlier, and felt his blush renewed any faded colour from the memory of his incident.

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Osiris slipped out of the kitchen, trying to avoid speaking to the male and female in the kitchen. He froze as he saw three more people in the entranceway, retreating up the stairs and to his room with the water and the treats clutched to his chest. He had not spoken one word since getting to the mansion and he wished to keep it that way. His emotions roiled deep inside him but he easily kept control as he pushed open his door and slide inside, taking his shoes off as he plopped into his bed. He opened the box of pastries as he looked around, seeing that there was a television in his room. He soon found the remote and turned the television on, settling on the bed to watch something.

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sweet!

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Heathet pushed back her hair behind her ear, and her daisy was gentle looking in her soft blonde hair. With her bag slung over her shoulder and its paleness. She then, stupidly, knocked on the door.Daisy then blushed strawberry red, and unlocked the door with the key, her eyes glowing with embarrasment

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Dylan was feeling distressed and awkward, he noticed other people moving around or more heard them, and watch another boy enter the kitchen. Dylan tried not to watch him, though he newly noticed another fridge across the room, and with the sight of the beer the boy was carrying when he left Dylan felt his heart leap, he'd been thinking he'd have to get through this sober. He set down the food he'd been carrying on a counter, and opened up the second fridge, his hand finding a bottle of beer and exhaling with relief. Though he wasn't sure why there was beer in a place that was knowingly meant for underage people, he was glad. Dylan felt himself relax as the dark liquid passed through his lips, his face cooling off. Feeling like it'd be to awkward if he just left, Dylan sank down into a seat, trying not to stare at the girl.

Osiris groaned quietly as he heard even more people come in, even hearing a knock at one point. He decided to turn off the television, rolling off the bed and swiping the crumbs off it as well before he peered out of his door. He pushed his hair back from his face before padding into the stairwell over the main entrance, leaning on a rail. He watched the front entrance way with what looked like boredom in his eyes, biting his bottom lip lightly. He was curious as to see if there were any more people coming. Osiris shifted his weight, his jeans hugging his hips and everything, his shirt pulling up a little to show his V-line.

Dylan made quick work of the beer, and even though each time he raised it to his mouth tightened and he wanted to cringe from the taste, he was glad for it because he could feel himself becoming more and more comfortable. Once he's finished it, Dylan stood his balance a bit off now, and got himself another out of the fridge. "I'm gonna go to my room," he told the girl, who's name he still didn't know but he suddenly felt like he didn't need to bother tiptoeing around anything. So he excused himself, feeling calmer and in a better mood then before Dylan started up the stairs, he hasn't figured out where any other stair cases were yet, so he stuck with the one by the main entrance, glancing at a girl as she passed him. While climbing the stairs he of course noticed the guy he'd fallen in front of, though it was only now that he noticed, how hot he was. Dylan couldn't help that his eyes ran over the guy's form, or that his face flared up a bit when he noticed the angle of his shirt. Dylan rushed past, he didn't deal well with being attracted to people, not while he only had one beer in him.

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sweet!

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Just then, Heather walked through the door, looking around at the huge mansion. "Wow.." She muttered softly, her voice small and silky. She then saw Century, and, with her purple bag slung over her shoulder, raced after her, going right past Taelor, but stopped at Century's oldest brother. " Hi.." She muttered, then sprinted up the stairs, calling, " Hi, Century." She noticed that a room was open next to Century's, so she took it.

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sweet!

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"Yea. I did." She added with a grin. She threw her bag onto her bed, and sat down.

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Osiris noticed that a few people were looking at him as they passed by, gripping the railing tightly but refused to move. He raised an eyebrow slightly as he saw Dylan rush by with a blush, shaking his head again. He caught a whiff of beer coming off of him and sighed lightly, figuring that there was going to be a few drunk teens in the mansion later tonight or right now. He nibbled on his bottom lip as his cool eyes gazed down at the door, eyes slightly wide as he watched a couple more people come in. His shoulders tensed and he shifted his weight, a bit uncomfortable with how many people were here.
Osiris pushed his hair back from his face and adjusted his shirt so only an inch of his tan skin showed, blinking slightly. He had packed enough for the year and he had stolen plenty of money from his parents to get things. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and headed down the stairs, padding by a couple people, wondering if there was a pool. He wandered towards the back of the mansion and opened the door there, leading out to a huge backyard with a just as big pool. He smirked slightly as he walked over, seeing a jaccuzi as well. It was warm enough to swim although he didn't want to at the moment.

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sweet!

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She nodded. "Ross is here.." she whispered, pointing at the male.

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Dylan reached the room he'd claimed earlier, once he'd closed the door his face cooled down and he relaxed. He took the bottle of beer, popping the lid off and taking a long sip from it enjoying the sensation of the alcohol as it slid down his throat. It wasn't like he wanted to get wasted or anything, in fact he didn't really like being totally drunk. Dylan moved to the window, admiring the view while he drank.
He fanned himself with a hand, he hadn't noticed before but it was pretty warm in the house. He set down his beer, and fumbled with the latch on the window for almost a full minute, before pushing it open. Dylan sighed a breath of relief as the fresh air washed over him, though he still felt warm there was something refreshing about the air outside. He took another swig out of his beer, and he was really starting to get a buzz out of it.
Looking down Dylan discovered there was an over hang right under his window, and he decided that climbing onto it would be a great idea. So setting his beer down precariously on the window seal, he began to climb over it. Luckily for him he was pretty damn skinny, and managed to get through the window almost no problem. Now usually he would be panicking and freaking out over the height, or the incline of the roof, but right then he felt sort of free.