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      ENJOY!!!!!! :D

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                          ~Reuben P.O.V. ~

“Yeah Whoo!!” Carson hollers

Aaaah! Slow down, you lunatic! You’re going to get me killed.

Carson is going about 100 miles per hour. I’m surprised that no police cars are tailing after us, even though we’re driving through a quiet neighborhood.

I’m guessing people in this neighborhood is used to Caron’s childish driving.

“Having fun Ruby?!” Carson shouts excitedly.

Is he serious, I guess he is, since he seems to be waiting for my answer? So I shake my head frantically.

“Aww, that’s too bad. I guess I’ll slow down, since it’s not fair for only one person to have all the fun” the driver stated.

Who would ever think that Carson Blackwell is trying to act fair? Well, that benefits me, because now we’re driving about 35 miles per hour.

Carson is joyfully whistling, then he takes a glance at me, revealing that we’re almost at his house.

To waste my time, I peacefully stare at outside the car.

In this neighborhood, there are mostly mansions, but they seem empty.

The scenery is refreshing, and beautiful enough for it to be a painting, and displayed in a famous museum.

The whole atmosphere is just clean, and makes you never want to venture out into the outside world.

While, I was admiring my view, and the wind making my hair move in motion.

I suddenly feel a squeeze on my inner thigh. And I gasp in shock. I fiercely glare at Carson.

“You said you wouldn’t do anything” I blurted out to Carson.

“Ha Ha! Sorry I couldn’t help it. Fine, fine, I’ll keep my hands to myself, but you have to promise me to stop acting so damn cute,” Carson responded.

“Whatever, just promise me you won’t do anything stupid,” I declared.

“Ruby, you know I can’t keep that promise, but I’ll try.” He said, with a slight chuckle.

“I’m serious” I nagged.

I’m impressed with myself, when did I start to boldly address Carson like this.

“You know what Ruby, I just noticed we had a conservation without you nervously stuttering. Should I take that as something good or bad?” Carson announced.

“Just drive.” I replied.

“Hmm” was all Carson said in return.

While he drove, I noticed I believe was his house. I don’t even want to describe it, but I’ll do it anyway.

Just four words to describe it, and those words are enormous, great, dazzling, and magnificent.

My mouth was hanging ajar, and long enough for a bug to fly inside.

Carson sees my expression, and smugly says. “Like what you see?”

“I have to admit I’m pretty blown away.” I say.

This guy’s life is just icing on the cake. I bet he’s spoiled too.

I looked at the time on my phone and it’s almost 4:00 (a.m.). It took at least 20 minutes to get here.

Carson drives in his huge driveway. And standing at the stair entrance of the mansion is……. I understand, now is a butler.

He even has a freaking butler!

He's standing so stiff he doesn’t seem to be real, and then Carson slightly slides in front of him.

“Welcome home master.” The butler humbly says.

Carson pulls the key out of the ignition, and quickly gets out to open the door for me.

Why is he acting like a gentleman all of a sudden? And I can open my own door, for your information.

I get out, and Carson gives the butler his keys, and greets him.

“What sup, Jenkins?” Carson asks.

“Just fine master, and you?”

“Same here. I’ll like you to meet Ruby.” Carson tells him proudly.

I take a closer look at the butler, and I never really saw one in person before. He has a bald spot and it seems like he’s French.

“Well, hello master’s friend. If you need any assistance, please let me know.” He greets, while giving me a genuine smile.

“It’s nice to meet you…..”

“It’s Jenkins.” He informs me.

“Okay, very nice to meet you and I’ll definitely see to your help, Jenkins.” I say politely.

Jenkins then bows to me and Carson. Takes his leave by taking Carson’s car, and parking it somewhere.

“Well, let’s go inside Ruby.” Carson states, with enthusiasm.

I sigh, I came this far, I guess, I can see where the rest goes.

I walk into the huge door of the mansion while tailing behind Carson.

To think I was impressed at the exterior, house, the interior part looks like it belongs to a multibillion genius.

I don’t belong here. Carson was waving his hand in front of my face.

“So do you want to go to the game room to do our interview, or do you want a snack before we start.” Carson asks.

I just stare at him, in a full daze.

“Hello! Ruby, time to get serious.” Carson says.

“Huh? Oh, um. I guess we can have a snack before we eat. I do desire some food.” I reply.

“Follow me.” He addresses.

When he said that I was quite hesitant, but I ended up following him. I don’t want to get lost.

As I follow Carson, I take a glimpse at my surroundings. Fancy paintings, antiques. Flowers, and just fanciness everywhere.

Before I knew it, I was in Carson’s kitchen. Which is also greatly huge.

“Okay, let’s see.” Carson says. While opening his humongous refrigerator.

“What do you want to eat? There are chips, burritos, sushi, sandwiches, popcorn, hot dogs, and…..The list can go on.” He says.

“I don’t know. It’s a lot to choose from.” I say in awe, I swear it’s like a whole grocery store in here.

“I’ll just make some grilled cheese sandwiches, is that fine?” He asks in such a gentle manner, it was like he was talking to a baby.

“Yep!” I say to excitedly, and to support my excitement my stomach grumbles loud enough, to make Carson laugh.

I blush, that was so cool (hint sarcasm).

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