One Girl's Fantasy...And Many Other's Dream, chapter 5

I walked into the room and dropped my red and black suitcases beside the giant king-sized bed with black satin sheets and snow white pillows. The room was huge, and had a small balcony with a sliding glass door. The walls were plastered with My Chemical Romance, Panic! At The Disco, and Green Day posters, to the extent that I could barely see the white walls. Well, three of the walls were white, and one black. The carpet was black with white swirls, and there was little reading lights attached to the wall beside either side of the bed and below one light was a nightstand with Dan Brown books on it. By the black wall was a giant easel with a thick pad of canvas paper and numerous sketching pencils and a bin underneath it with countless other art supplies in it. Also, there was a white door with a full-size mirror on it.

"So" Billie said bluntly "You like it?"
"Do I like it? What kind of question is that? I love it! Thank you so much!" I almost screamed as I walked over to the door.
"What's this to?" I asked as I reached out for the door handle.
"Before I tell you that... " He said walking up next to me, "I wanna show you this."
He bent over and grabbed a pack of white chalk out of the bin and opened it, and taking out a piece. He turned around, showing me the chalk, then wrote "Welcome home Kirstin!" On the black wall. I gave him an inquiring look and He said "It's chalkboard paint!" I immediately grabbed the chalk from him.

"Hey! Wanna see how obsessed I am with Green Day?"
"Oh Jesus."
"I'll take that as a yes!" I said, as I started to draw. After about a minute and a half, I had drawn a perfect heart-grenade outline, hand and all.
"Sweet!" He said. "How long did it take you to get that down?"
"About two weeks."
"Wow. But now I want to show you something."
"Okay."
He turned to the door, and I followed him in as he opened the door. As soon as I turned into it, I realized it was a walk-In closet, fully stocked with pants, shirts, shoes, and belts. I had a felling that Adrienne had something to do with it because it wasn't all black. But the clothes weren't the only thing that I was excited about, because right in front of me, was a black and white Eric Clapton Fender with a black bow with white polka dots on it wrapped around the neck.
I was speechless.