She Lives in a Fairytale, too Far for us to Find

The next day when each one of the twenty-five girls came I asked them innocently; "Do you know about the other twenty-four females that he's dating?”

I'm sitting comfortably on the couch in the living room, where I can see them come in and make their way up the stairs. When they’re about to leave I jump up from my spot on the couch and run over to them and inform them about the other girls. When I tell them, they usually believe me because...well I’m a girl and I’m in his living room.

But it gets even more hilarious when their pretty little faces get scrunched up in anger and they stomp back upstairs and yells a little something like this; "You son of a bitch! You’ve been cheating on me with twenty-four other girls?!” Then you end up hearing a little moving around, “-You’re such a man whore!"

Oh, and one of the best parts, skin hitting skin. A loud smack was heard in the house, good thing the parents were at work. Or to a meeting, I think they told us that they would be back- sometime late afternoon.

Once the girls came back down they stopped by the couch with a saddened expression; “thanks,” they would say.

I smiled softly, waving it off and repeatedly told them; “I don’t know you, but… no girl should be treated like that.” And by the end of the afternoon I made twenty-five new friends.

I’m pretty confused since he had them come over in the morning for about 15 minutes each, and after they’d leave another one would make her way into the house. It’s obvious he had planned everything out.

Since I've got here I've manage to be high-tech and handle my very own laptop, thanks to the Daughtry’s. I had found it on the foyer hall desk, wrapped with my name on it. I managed to make a MySpace, thanks to the first girl, who I remember was the name of Amanda- she had wanted me to add her. So… now I have twenty-five friends, oh and Tom.

I’ve never had any friends back home, even when I went to school… I didn’t manage to make friends. But then again no one really could talk to me; I was always making sure my siblings are doing fine.

I think I might like living here at least I have friends, I smiled to myself as I was now seated at a writing desk in the living room, it was located in between the windows. I was filling out information about myself on the site when I heard the front door open and seen Elizabeth, my soon to be mother-in-law.

She took her off her coat, and shoes. I got off from my spot in the living room to greet her, “Good afternoon Elizabeth.” She smiled once she spotted my manners.

“Oh hello Autumn,” She gave me a kiss on the cheek, causing me to be a little taken back. I didn’t expect her to do that. “Stewart and I had been talking on the way back, and well we think you should start school on Monday.”

Well at least I have something to do than watch that man whore, also known as my fiancé- work over girls. I really hope that not every guy in the school is like Damien, because that would totally suck.

When Damien sulked in his room for almost an hour he came, marched down the stairs and into the living room where I was innocently seated by the desk. He put his left hand on the back of the chair and his right on the desk, keeping me from leaving the right side of the seat. He glared at me his eye burning holes into my skin, wow... if looks could kill.

"Did you tell them?"

I rolled my eyes and calmly replied; “Well they have a right to know about you cheating on them. I mean… what kind of normal person has twenty-five freaking girlfriends?"

He growled before stomping back out and probably into the kitchen, which is opposite of this room. I couldn’t help but feel victorious, he couldn’t defend himself against my- oh so truthful words.

I turned back to my laptop when the doorbell rang, I knew it wasn’t any of the girls considering that the door bell rang, I was going to open it but I remembered the house keeper usually does that. The girls didn’t seem to have to ring the bell. I raised my eyebrows curiously, wondering who it could be.

Just then three guys came into the living room, as the housekeeper probably went to get Damien. One had black shaggy hair with dark eyes, I’m guessing were brown. He was the tallest out of the three yet the lankiest and also really pale. Whoa, hide from the sun much?

The second was also pale, and the shortest but yet he was the a lot bigger muscle wise. He has simple brown hair with the lightest blue eyes I’d ever seen. And finally the third guy, he around the middle of them in height, unlike the other two, he had a tan. He also had blond shaggy hair, which complimented his green eyes.

The first one looked at me and paused his eyes widening and immediately exclaimed; "I saw her first, she mine!" He looked at his friends with wide eyes, and turn back to me slowly walking over to me. I furrowed my eyebrows and slowly got off of the chair and took a step back.

The second guy looked at me then back at his friend and gave him a questioning look, "Dude, you’re scaring her, and that isn’t up to you; it’s up to her to decide."

I couldn’t help but grin a little, this was kind of amusing. They didn’t notice my grin until the third one put an arm in front of his friend, and started to introduce him and his friends; “I'm Garret, the one over there that called you first and that’s scaring you is Mikey.”

He then pointed his finger at the shortest one, who looked up and gave me a nod. “And he's Frank."

Hmm…Well that just proves that not all of Damien’s friends are perverted, and are man-whores like he is. Since Damien took his sweet ass time to getting ready, his friends stayed down in the living room with me, and we just talked about whatever.

I told them about myself and why I’m here- well not everything. I think that’s Damien’s choice. I liked his friends, they were funny; and cute.