Before the Darkest Storm

Chapter 20

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Chapter 20

Chance blasted the music in the car on the way to his place. He didn't say anything, and I was immensely grateful for that. He sang along to some of the songs, and bobbed his head up and down with the music. Chance's country house was located near the outskirts of the city. He lived on top of a secluded hill, and even the drive up to the house provided us with amazing scenery. I pulled my car into the drive way of an ivy cover house that looked like it belonged in the Renaissance era. The stone and brick building resembled more of a small castle than a house.

"Wow." I gasped out in amazement at the beautiful home as I stepped out of the car. There was a small pond in the side yard with a fountain right in the middle. The pond was surrounded by roses of ever color imaginable and stepping stones were artistically placed in decorative swirls. This place looked like it was something that was whipped out of a fairytale, there were even a few butterflies fluttering through the air.

"Don't say it. I know what it looks like." Chance said beside me pulling out my bag from the car. "I used to think I was Prince when I was younger." He shook his head. "I'm pretty sure that the romantic nature of this house is what made me gay." He added with a smirk.

I turned to face him and laughed. "If that was true then your brothers would be gay too." I followed behind him to the main door.

Chance chuckled and held the door open for me. "You're right."

I walked into the large open foyer and gasped again. The place really looked like it was from way back in the day; it had a very rustic but homely feeling at the same time. I walked slowly behind Chance taking in the beautiful paintings, and antique furniture. He led me up the stairs and down a wide hallway before turning into a room. It was a guest bedroom, I could tell that immediately by the lack of personal belongings in it. The room was much like the rest of the home, rustic and comforting. I walked over to the window and pulled the curtains open to look out at the view of the mountains in the distance.

"You want to talk about it?" Chance's voice came behind me and I shook my head knowing very well what he wanted to talk about.

"Come on, I'll show you my room." Chance announced after a small pause, and before I even turned he was out of the room.

I took a few quick steps to catch up with him and followed him to a large door at the end of the hallway. The minute Chance pushed open the door I was shocked. His room was completely out of tune with the house. He had bold abstract art on his walls, the frame of his bed was modern with sharp angles, and a clean design, but what really caught my eye was the gigantic TV on the wall, the humongous stereo, and various video consoles. Having those flashy electronics in a house like this almost seemed wrong. His furniture was also very sleek and efficient, rather than decorative. While the room didn't fit in with the rest of the house, it definitely screamed Chance.

"So what do you think?" Chance asked as he jumped onto his bed.

I shook my head at him and planted a teasing smile. "Only you would ruin an artistic house with your modern technology."

Chance scowled at me. "Could you see me in a room filled with antique vases, and hundred year old chairs?"

I tried to imagine Chance sitting on one of the chairs I saw downstairs and burst out laughing. "No, definitely not." I told him.

"Exactly." He announced and then rose to his feel. "Let's go meet my grandma." He said and swiftly slung his arm around me, leading me out of his room.

Chance was originally from the next state over, but since he wanted to go to school with us he had to move into this house. His parents were both too busy with work to watch over him so his grandma volunteered to do it. According to Chance, his grandma loved this house, and she simply used Chance as an excuse to come back and stay here.