"Leave the door open," dad shouted.
I rolled my eyes but did as he said.
"This is your room?" Nick asked as he took in my room.
It had white walls with no posters, a desk near the window, the bed was pushed to one side with a bedside table, a bookshelf, a closet and a bathroom.
"Yes it is. It's kind of bland but I like it like that," I said as I sat at the edge of my bed.
Nick walked over to my bookshelf and ran his fingers over the spines of the books. "It's so bland and boring, just like you," he said.
"Thanks!" I said before I realised what he'd just said. "Hey! I'm not boring nor am I bland," I stated matter-of-factly.
"I'm kidding Alexis, I really do like it," he said as he continued to take it all in. "I thought it would be awfully colourful with band posters or in your case,
