*Snowflakes*

       When I stepped out of the little room I had grown accustomed to, it took a little effort to steel my nerves, because I could feel eyes training on me. This room was quite similar in detail to the room where I had apparently spent so much time. However, it wasn't the grand fireplace to my right, nor the large grey couch infront of it that caught my immediate attention, it was the people on the couch. Six of them, three boys and three girls, and all of them staring at me. Two girls, obviously twins, really got my attention, due to their deep red hair. One of them smiled at me kindly, her brown eyes, exactly like her twins, twinkling. I gave her a small, sheepish smile back, and took in the other girl. She was blonde with deep green eyes, and the look on her face told me she didn't approve of me for a second. 'She doesn't like me. Maybe she's Markus' girlfriend?' My eyes didn't linger on her and her sneer. Instead they flickered to the boys. The three of them were similiar in the fact that they could be brothers. One of them held up a hand in greeting, and I blushed as I quickly assessed him. His eyes were sea-green and I saw no menace in his gently round face that was almost covered by curly light brown hair, only kindness that I was very grateful for. He was quite simply the smaller of the three with a slender build. The other two regarded me steadily, and emotionlessly. The obviously oldest had the darkest brown hair, with less curls than the other two, and misty grey eyes. The last was apparently the middle of the two, his eyes stared at me, a gorgeous shade of blue. 
        Markus brought me from my scrutiny by taking my hand and squeezing it gently. He made sure he had my attention before announcing in a very reassuring tone, "I'll introduce you later, but for now you need to get cleaned up." I could tell this was his way of promising them that they'd get to talk to me soon enough.
        They all looked away from me, and I felt my body relax as Markus led me to a door nearly across from us in the rectangulur room. He opened it to reveal a large bathroom with a walk-in shower, bathtub, three standard white sinks, and a large mirror over them, as well as three cabinets under them. He let go of me, and kneeled down at the cabinets, opening them, and gathering up different items that he handed to me. I looked at the dark blue towel, disposable razor, shampoo, conditioner, shaving cream, poof, and bar of soap with understanding. He gave me a big smile as he searched around for something else, seemingly not finding it. "I figured you might like to clean up a little. I can't find my hairbrush, so I'll hunt for it while you shower." He said as he walked to the door. "Oh, and I'll get Amy to bring you some clothes that should fit." He smiled.
        I blinked. "Amy?"
        He stopped and laughed, realizing he hadn't introduced me to anyone. "I think you noticed she and her sister are twins, but shes the one who was smiling at you."
        "Oh."
        "Yea, well, I'll go ahead and get out so you can clean yourself up, no offense." With one last smile, he left, shutting the door behind him.
        I took a deep breath, and observed myself in the mirror. My face twisted in disgust at the dirt all over my clothes, and I immediately began stripping them off. When I had removed the last garment, I took the neccessary items, and walked into the shower. As the hot water pounded on my back, I felt muscles relaxing that I hadn't known were tense, and I inhaled deeply the thick steam from the water, and scrubbed away the grime and filth. I lathered shampoo into my hair, enjoying the feeling of cleanliness as it washed down the drain.When my skin was pink and smelled of roses from being scrubbed clean, and I had even gotten the dirt out from under my nails, I turned off the water. For a few minutes I simply leaned against the shower wall, letting the water drip and stream from my hair and down my body. Then I heard the door shut, and I jerked upright, almost loosing my footing and falling. 
        "Oops. Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I just brought you some clothes. Are you okay?" Her voice was loud, but soft, and it fit her.
        "Uhm, heh, yea." I said a little nervously.
        The towel was draped over the shower door, and I thankfully took it, and wrapped it around myself before stepping out. She was about as tall as Markus, and I found myself feeling small as she handed me a bundle of clothes. "That's a pair of sweats, some underwear, and a gray sweater, I'm sorry there isn't a bra." She smiled at me, and I found myself relaxing, something I'm not good at around people I don't know very well.  polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=68860751
        "It's fine. Thank you." I smiled back shyly.
        She nodded, and turned to leave. "If they don't fit, just knock on the door, I'll be right outside."
        She left, and I pulled on the comfortable clothes, but honestly regretted the lack of a bra, because everyone was bound to notice what it caused. I sighed, and triend to dry my curly/wavy black hair, in vain with only a towel, before opening the bathroom door. True to her word, there was Amy, smiling at me brightly. "Feel better?" She asked good naturedly.
        I blushed, my social anxieties starting to rise up now that my mind was a little sharper. "Much."
        Markus caught my eye from behind her, walking towards us, his tall figure a happy sight for me, because odd as it is, I feel comfortable with him. He had a brush in his hands, and I felt a slight tingle of worry shoot through me because I was well aware of all the tangles in my hair. Amy must have seen me looking behind her, 'cause she turned around. "Hey, Markus. Ooh, she isn't gonna like that." Amy said knowingly.
        Markus gave her a mock offended face, "I'll have you know, that I am very gentle when it comes to knots in hair." 
        Amy laughed, "Yea, I bet you do since you've got almost as much hair as she does!" She bantered with him light heartedly.
        I could tell from the way they laughed thta they were friends, and close ones at that. 'Maybe she's his girlfriend?' But why did that even matter to me? I hadn't known these people for long, and I certainly didn't know enough about Markus to be interested in a relationship, so why should I care? And yet, I do. Huh.


                                                                        Author Note
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