Evermore. Chapter 3

She opened the door and standing there was a pretty much picture-perfect tanned guy in a half-tucked shirt, with deep brown eyes.

She opened the door and standing there was a pretty much picture-perfect tanned guy in a half-tucked shirt, with deep brown eyes.

Crimson just shook her head and looked down. ''Oh... I'm sorry I asked'' John kneeled down, and started to tie his shoes. ''Oh I almost forgot! You'll be needing somewhere to sleep so I'll show you some of the rooms and see which you like best'' Crimson was now looking down and trying to catch John's eye. ''Oh no I'm okay with whatever'' Crimaon barely opened her mouth before there was a knock at the door. She sighed and seemed to mumble something along the lines of ''Not him again...''

''Well that may come in handy'' John smiled weakly and looked up. ''Well? Lead the way!'' Crimson smiled and walked down another path, into the more extravagant neighborhoods. She lead John into a house gptbat stood about three stories tall, and had more windows than John could count. ''Well I- wow'' John looked up and tried to look into the many rooms in the house, but Crimson took his hand and dragged him inside. ''What about your parents?'' John didn't want to be intruding.

John stood up, but Cassie, whose eyes were closed, was oblivious to him. Before he could say anything, Crimson took his hand and walked away from the bench, and back towards the neighborhood. ''Are you crazy?'' John tore his hand away from hers and looked her in the eyes. ''Of course not! I'm not going back there it's just-'' Crimson stopped talking abruptly and looked sheepishly at John. ''My family may have had more than one house''

(Lol sorry I keep using the quotations instead of the double apostrophes)

Crimson grabbed John anc ducked behind a bench with two other people on it, a blonde girl wearing a blue tank top, locking lips with a boy with the blackest hair John had ever seen. It was Cassie. John looked at Crimson, who pretended not to see his disappointment. Crimson moved her face to John's ear and whispered, I told you John gently pushed her away and looked back. I think we lost it John tried to sound as confident as he could, but he couldn't pretend his feelings for Cassie.

Crimson, springing to life, Grabbed John's hand and ran toward the red double doors ahead of them. It's too late! That- that thing is already upstairs! John turned around to see what Crimson said was the unearthing truth. Crimson froze, paralyzed with fear. John opened the door and grabbed her, bolting outside. They turned around to hear the unmistakable sound of claws on wood. With no idea where they were going, Crimson ran down the driveway and followed the sound of cars and people.

Whatever color was in Crimson's face before was gone. John started to back away and slowly grabbed Crimson's arm and took the bobbin from her numb fingers, shoving it into the lock. The creature was advancing, and raised its arms, ready to strike. The trapdoor creaked open, and Crimson and John bolted out, climbing a staircase that lead to a wooden door. They opened the door and ran outside, into what looked like a suburban house.