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Chapter 3: Not So Picture Perfect

BPOV

Today, Alice and I were moving into Emmett's four bedroom home. His and Alice's parents had never had money problems, so the house had never kept, or needed, a lasting roommate. There was a master bedroom and three fairly large bedrooms. The master, so as to avoid any arguing over who got it, had become the study/office for all three of us to use.

It had three spacious and large desks along the walls, with spots for all of our laptops and any other desk necessities and our mini-fridge, so we wouldn't have to go downstairs to the kitchen during intense cram sessions. There was also a large table in the middle of the room with several comfortable looking chairs surrounding it for said cram sessions.

My room had been recently painted, a beautiful, glossy, crimson red, that seemed to sparkle wherever the sunlight touched it.

My bed was already in the room, waiting for the comforter I had bought, and was already draped in hot pink sheets as an offset to the red. There was also the simple desk I had found at Office Depot, in the corner of the room, opposite to the door, for times I didn't want to be upstairs in the big office or just wanted the privacy of my own room. Next to my desk was a large bookcase to fill with my huge collection of classic books and CDs.

The room also had some nice red lamps that, no doubt, Alice had picked out when I hadn't been looking, sitting on top of two black nightstands, with spacious drawers, on either side of the bed. There was a walk-in closet along the same wall connecting to the bedroom door, that I was sure would still look fairly empty even when I had finished unpacking, but was sure that Alice would have no problem filling in any gaps whatsoever. In between the closet and my desk, was a big window. It looked like fun for possible sneak-outs. I giggled to myself at the thought, as I continued surveying the room.