Fighting. Making up. Long plane rides. It must have been obvious now that Marcuz and Lily were no ordinary couple but he liked it. He completed her in ways that he couldn’t explain. She allowed him to always be himself no matter what. Sure, recently he learned that being completely himself and a little too honest could get cereal boxes thrown at him, but those were chances he was willing to take. Shopping didn’t go that well being that Lily didn’t like shopping but they got threw it. She now had all the clothing and stuff that she would need for this trip. Next stop was the supermarket. They went to pick up food. Sure, Marcuz figured that she would wonder why they were picking up food, but in due time she would see. Everything took time and patience. Marcuz hoped that this trip would bring them closer together and slightly make her more comfortable. For a week she would be with him and only him. No where to escape to unless she decided to take a cab and wonder around, something that Marcuz wouldn’t highly recommend.

Now pulling up into the driveway of the place they would be staying, Marcuz looked at her and said, “I bet you were expecting a hotel” he smiled. Instead, before them was a house. Well a cabin. Depends on how one wished to look at it. “This is my house. I used to live here before I moved to forks” Marcuz said. This was also like his getaway spot. Whenever he just needed somewhere to go, what was better than going back home? From the outside, the house looked plain, and wooden. It was actually a real house, with good installation and everything, but Marcuz had the wood placed around the house because he thought that an Alaskan house would look so much better disguised as a cabin. He loved this little place. Taking all the bags out of the cab, Marcuz led Lily to the house. Opening the door, then placing all the bags right beside the front door, he said “Welcome home”

Once the door was open, the first thing that one would see was the steps leading to upstairs. If they looked to the left, they would just see their refection staring back at them, all that was there was a mirror. Looking to the right there was the kitchen. There were wooden floors and everything that a kitchen needed to be complete. A small rectangle shaped table that was only about to seat six people slightly to the middle of the kitchen. Up against the wall that would look at the front of the house was the sink, below a window looking out the front of the house. The sink connected to the stove by a wooden counter with an off white marble counter top. Next to that sat the fridge. Walking towards the back to the kitchen, or down the hallway from the front door would be there the living room set up was. The wooden floor from the kitchen continued into the living room. Marcuz didn’t like carpet for a place that people would step on constantly. Behind the stairs there was the wal; hide fire place, across from it being one of the couches, the love seat. Then at a diagonal was the couch that sat three, directly across from the TV. Then at another diagonal was the chair for only one person. Slightly on a wall away from the fireplace there was a small door. A half bathroom; only a toilet and a sink.

Now going up the stairs, there were three doors. A master bedroom, the bathroom, and a guest room. The master bedroom had a king size bed a television set, and a huge closet inside of it. The closet was walk in. Huge. Shelves that Marcuz place his shoes and some of his sweater on and on the other side there was the racks for his jeans and other shirts. Behind the huge closet was his bathroom. A Jacuzzi jetted tub, a stand up shower, a toilet and a sink. Moving to the next bedroom, there were two full sized beds and a miniature walk in closet. And the bathroom had a bathtub with a shower head, a toilet and a sink. Nice house Marcuz liked to think but that’s because he built it himself.

Marcuz gave Lily a tour of the house and then lead her back downstairs. He took the bags loaded with food and packed them into the fridge and freezer. “So what do you want for dinner?” Marcuz asked still loading the fridge. “We can eat out tonight, or I could simply cook you something” Marcuz said. He didn’t exactly know what he was going to eat yet. Maybe while she was sleeping he would sneak out and hunt or maybe eat a piece of roar meat he brought. Who knew?

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