something about the series and what you should know about before i start anything
To all of you who’re reading this, please don’t forget to reply or reblog or just give me a reaction of some sort because this is very important not only to me but also to you as a reader.
So I was wondering...
Would you rather read Quarantine Mansion from start to finish?
Or
Do you prefer to read oneshots before I explain everything?
I really hope you tell me now because I’ve really been working on it and currently I don’t know where to start at all. So it would help a whole lot if you replied.
This is all in Dante Rossi’s POV.
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The wind was alive today. I felt it blow hard and cold against my face as I trudged the road that led to the main building. It was so cold and windy, that I actually had to wear a scarf today. A scarf and gloves, actually. You could already tell I wasn’t a fan of the weather.
The only thing I liked about this weather was how orange everything looked. I liked how leaves would fall from trees and drop to the ground, graceful as ever. I loved how dried ones would crunch under my feet as I walked. Though I didn’t really like the temperature, I liked how it made the world look so beautiful.
As I wandered, I noticed someone running in the distance. I couldn’t really make the person out because of how far he was and the length of his hair. But I remembered, you could recognize that ash blonde hair anywhere.
I decided to move faster, knowing that this person would probably approach me if I moved too slow. It was way to early in the morning to have an encounter with Aiden Kane. No, not today.
As I walked past him, it was too late to ignore him.
“Hey!” he called out.
Exasperated that I didn’t make it past him, I stopped in my tracks and turned around to face him.
“Hmm?” I hummed, furrowing on eyebrow.
“So,” he started, walking closer towards me. “Aren’t you that one guy’s roommate? What was his name...?”
“Bobby,” I said. “His name was Bobby.”
“Oh, right!” he exclaimed, delightedly. “Bobby!”
Was that all? He just wanted to confirm if I was Bobby’s roommate?
I stood there, staring at him skeptically. He smirked. What was he thinking?
“Are you both dating?” he asked, a smirk stretched wider across his face.
The question didn’t bring heat into the conversation but confusion. Me and my roommate? Dating?
“No,” I said, plainly. “And even if we were, it wouldn’t be any of your business.”
“Is that so?” he said, folding his arms.
“Yeah,” I confirmed.
“So that means-” he inched closer to me-”you’re free?”
“What do you mean?” I questioned him.
“What I mean is that-” he inched even closer, our faces so near that, in a few inches, we could be kissing-”you and I can-”
Before he can say--or do--anything else, I cut him off. “Look,” I stood back. “Just because we aren’t dating, does not mean I don’t care about him.”
His smirky expression turned into shock. I continued talking.
“I care a lot about Bobby because I am his friend. I actually like him, and I’m willing to be there when he needs me.”
He smiled. I got confused.
“Why are you smiling?” I questioned him.
“Did you just admit that you have feelings for your roommate?” he said as if it was the juiciest secret he’s gotten out of anyone.
This made me think. Did I have feelings for Bobby?
I felt my face burn. “Excuse me,” I said, turning away from Aiden and fast-walking down the path to the main building.
What did I just do?
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Too Long; Didn’t Read (TL;DR)
Dante Rossi bumps into Aiden Kane as he walks to the main building on autumn morning. When he gets caught in one of Aiden’s supposedly “flirty” talks, Dante accidentally admits that he really likes his roommate, Bobby Rodriguez. This is probably his way of saying that he’d never trade Bobby for anyone else and that includes the infamously handsome Aiden Kane. It’s just a little thing called “loyalty”.
Both your mum and the other kid’s mum are at your house while you are both forced to stay at his house. Great. Just fucken fantastic.
What do I do? I barely even know the guy.
So do I just talk to him? Like, “hi there!”
I’m hungry. I wanna eat my oreos.
You had just locked yourself in their bathroom. Of course you didn’t know where it was, so you had to ask the kid where it was. Apparently, that was enough socialization for you and you had to cool off for a moment.
You took your phone out of your hoodie pocket and check the time. It’s currently 11:52. You remembered waking up at 10:41. Your mother said that she might be back to pick you up at five.
Well, fu-
You heard a knock at the door.
“Hey.” It was the kid. Callum.
“I was just wondering,” he started. You listened closely. “Did you want a sandwich?”
A sandwich. Did I want a sandwich?
“That depends,” you said. “What kind?”
“I dunno,” he said. “Are you allergic to peanuts?”
“No,” you said, trying to remember the last time you had an allergic reaction to peanuts.
“Okay, then.”
You heard footsteps going away from the bathroom door and jogging down the stairs. Is it safe to come out now? you thought as you stood up and walked to the door. You open the door ajar to peek out of the bathroom. No one. You decided to walk quietly out the bathroom and sneak down the stairs. You looked around for Callum. You found him in the kitchen, standing by the refrigerator.
“H-hi?” you said. The word barely even escaped your mouth.
He turned around and smiled at you. “Oh, hey!” He brought out a pitcher of what looked like water--it was by the way--and set it on the counter top. “Are you okay now?”
“Wh-what do you mean?” you asked, shy as a little toddler should be.
“Your mom told my mom that you weren’t good around new people,” he said as he poured water on two glasses. “And I get it.”
“Really?” you said in disbelief.
He brought out bread and two jars from a cabinet. “I mean,” he started. “Yeah. You aren’t really supposed to like everyone you meet, right?”
“Yeah, but that’s not what I meant-”
“I know what you meant,” he laughed, spreading peanut butter on a slice of bread. “I’m just not good at explaining things.”
“Oh,” you muttered. “Sorry.”
“It’s fine,” he smiled, finishing up on the fourth slice of bread.
As you contemplated on your failure to socialize to someone who actually gets you,--you idiot of a human--Callum moved to the other room, bringing the water and snacks with him.
“Hey!” he called out to you. “The sandwiches are here!”
You walked towards the source of his voice, into what seemed to be their living room. The sandwiches were on the coffee table in front of the couch Callum was sitting on. He was on his phone until he looked up at you, just standing there like a little idiot.
“Hey,” he smiled.
“Hey,” you repeated. Your legs were shaking and your head felt weird. You then took a deep breath and tried to lower down your obvious awkwardness.
“So, don’t you wanna sit down?” he asked, furrowing his brow.
Your heart skipped a beat. “’S-sit’?”
“Yeah,” he said. “Sit.”
You realized that this meant that you were gonna sit beside him, which you did not want to do. Not because you didn’t like him, but because you were too awkward to be that close to an actual human being right now. But if you didn’t do it, you’d probably raise the already lingering awkwardness of the room to a hundred times. In other words, you’re totally screwed.
My closet was open wide. I was wearing a black top, black pants, black Doc Martens, a red and black flannel, and a grey beanie. I dressed up as Marshall Lee Abadeer, the Vampire King from Adventure Time. I was Marshall dressed up as Marshall.
I took the beanie off and untied my hair. I fixed it a little, but no luck. It still looked like a mop. A messy, black, dry mop.
Mom must’ve heard me complaining cause she entered my room.
“Honey, I think you need help,” she said.
“Mom, I need help.” I admitted.
She smiled and appeared behind me through the mirror. I was a few inches taller than her, so she had to look over my shoulder.
“Okay. So. What’s the problem?” she said as if she was some kind of detective.
“Hair. It’s messy.”
“Ah, hair. You are so lucky to have a mom. We know all about these.”
` I loved how she said this with pride over being a mom. I was lucky to have a mom. I was very lucky to have her, especially.
“Can you cut it?” I asked her.
She was messing around with my hair and then suddenly stopped to look at me.
“What? No! Why would I cut it? I will only fix it,” she said.
She brought out her brush.
“Let’s sit on your bed. This won’t be quick,” she recommended.
I nodded and we sat on my bed. I sat facing the window, while she sat behind me, cross legged.
“So, who was he?” she asked as she brushed my hair, going through the tangles.
“Who?” I asked.
“Oh you know what I mean!”
I supposed she was right.
“His name’s Daniel. He’s from school.”
“He seemed nice.”
“Yeah, he is.”
There was a short pause, but then she started laughing.
“I know you like him, Marsh.” she said.
Now I’m scared, confused, and ashamed. My face got warm again.
“How do you know?” I asked.
“I’m your mom, don’t be silly.” she said.
She finished brushing my hair and put my beanie on. I looked in the mirror and saw me, Marshall dressed up as Marshall.
Wow, you really are that desperate to know what it’s about?
Okay then...
Quarantine Mansion is about eight highschool boys going on a school trip with their so-called “manager”. They were sent to a large house to plan a year end activity for their school. Though they were all sent there to work, a few of them had... other plans.
This is a story where boys get into crap they’re not supposed to get into like fucking each other till they’re breathless going outside to play hopscotch while it’s raining. Love, hate, and debate. That kind of stuff.
And there is no pedophilia and incest of any kind! Yay!
Well, I ain’t really done yet; I still gotta type it up, so see ya in a bit...
I walked to the party, alone. Mom insisted. I wanted her to drive me there, but she said that I was old enough to go alone.I had only my phone, five hundred, and two condoms- she insisted and I don’t want to know where she got them and how or even why. She also said that if I came home earlier than three in the morning, she’d have to ground me.
“You’re seventeen. Live, laugh, and love, Marsh,” is what she said when I told her I was having second thoughts.
Now I was in front of Q Lopez’s house, standing on the road. The house was huge. In fact, it wasn’t even a house, it was a mansion. God, you could see the craziness through the window.
I walked up to the door and pushed the doorbell. It rang and Q opened the door.
“Oh my God! Marshall!” she shouted. She was wearing some kind of anime maid costume. Her top was cropped and her skirt was at least five inches short. Her tights were stained in wine and she smelled like alcohol. But she wasn’t drunk. I think.
She pulled me in and closed the door. “Spooky Scary Skeletons” was booming through the speakers and lights were flashing bright as hell. Some people were wearing those glow in the dark bracelets. This was when I realized she wasn’t the only one who smelled like alcohol.
I walked around a bit. In the living room, people were dancing. In the kitchen, people were doing drugs and eating. Outside, people were either in the pool or playing pool. There was one thing I noticed that never changed and stayed the same everywhere I went: everyone smelled like alcohol.
I went upstairs looking for the bathroom because I don’t know anyone in here and I wasn’t planning to socialize. Luckily, there was barely any people upstairs, only people kissing and people having sex in the bedrooms.
I entered the bathroom and sat on the toilet. I was here for only ten minutes and I want to go home.
I checked my phone. No texts or missed calls. No new notifications.
I stood up from the toilet and stood in front of the mirror. There was always that guy in the movies who stayed in the bathroom. I was Marshall in the Bathroom. But I didn’t think I wanted to be that guy.
I turned around and opened the door to exit the bathroom, but I was being blocked. I looked up and realized it was Daniel. It was kinda awkward to see that he looked as surprised as I was. But unlike me, he got his cool back.
“I was worried that you weren’t coming,” he said.
“Well, you were wrong,” I smiled. He smiled back.
He looked down the hallway. “Hey, you wanna go downstairs?” he said turning his head back to me.
“But weren’t you going to the bathroom?” I said, confused.
“Yeah, I thought you were Karen.”
Karen Monterillas was Daniel’s girlfriend. This was why I couldn’t have a chance with him. Plus, he was straight anyways so why would I even try?
I followed him down the hall and downstairs. We went to the kitchen which was near empty. I leaned on a corner of the marble kitchen counter while he was looking through the fridge with two large red cups.
“What do you want?” he said, facing the fridge.
“What?” I asked, confused.
“To drink.”
“Oh. Uhm…”
“You don’t drink, do you?”
“Yeah.”
“Good for you. I’m not gonna force you to start now.”
That was kinda nice of him.
“Water, orange juice, or Gatorade?” he asked.
“No thanks. I was kinda thinking of trying alcohol tonight,” I said.
“Wait. Are you sure? Cause they only have Black Label left.”
“I don’t know what that is but I’ll try it.”
“Suit yourself,” he laughed.
He brought out the large bottle of whatever the hell was in there. He twisted off the cap and poured it onto one of the big red cups he was holding onto and filled the other cup with tap water.
He stood in front of me, too awkwardly close. He drank from the cup with the alcohol and I watched his Adam’s apple move as he gulped it down. Then he stopped.
“Wow,” he whispered. His eyes were wide and his shoulders heaved. “You gotta be careful with this one. It’s strong.”
“I don’t care,” I said as I took the cup from him. Before I knew it, I was drinking it, gulping it down. It went down to my throat and burned it, then it went to my ears, burning those too.
When I finished the cup, I fell over and landed on something soft and huggable. I started giggling for no reason. Wait, where’s Daniel?
“Ow,” I said.
“Hey, you okay?”
Shit, where’d that come from?
I stood up and looked in front of me. That was him. Daniel.
“Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-”
“Shhh… Quiet,” he interrupted. I just realized he was holding onto my forearms. “Here,” he said, handing me another cup. “Drink some water.”
I took it and gulped down the water. Oh sweet water…
“How did it feel?” he asked.
“It burns,” I choked.
“Yeah, that’s what I meant by strong,” he said. I finished the water and he held my chin up.
“You never should’ve done that, y’know?” he whispered, looking into my eyes.
“I still did it, and I have no regrets,” I whispered.
“You’re cute, Marshall Cameron” he whispered.
He leaned in, grabbing me by the collar. He tasted like alcohol.
