It had been days into the mid-year holiday, a teenage human boy was working on his technical class’s group work in a mansion’s dusty attic. He was screwing off a bolt when the doorbell rang.
“Wallace, would you mind answering the door?” the teenager shouted, despite the fact that he knew that the wooden door of the attic was closed. Strangely, a guy heard him and replied: “Sure thing, Young Master Lewis.”
Just outside the mansion, there were two other teenage boys waiting. One of them is a blonde with a natural spiky hair, wearing a white button-up silk shirt, black baggy shorts and sneakers. The other is a redhead with an undercut hairstyle, wearing a similar white button-up silk shirt with a red necktie just hanging loose around his neck, a brown long-sleeved jacket with a hood behind, long blue slacks and sneakers.
“I know that John’s family is rich, but I didn’t knew he was THIS rich!” the redhead gasped as he stared into the courtyard of the mansion. Within the metallic, yet well-designed gate was a cobblestone path which lead straight to the mansion, along with bushes of flowers blooming on each side.
“Well duh! What did you expect?” said the blonde. “He IS the richest person in class, you know? And to top it all off, his parents are the owners of a famous fantasy gaming company!”
“Yeah… that makes sense, Steven. But I thought that his parents were just doctors, not some business owners. I guess business owners earn more than doctors, which depends on the number of products your customers buy everyday.”
“Indeed, Melvin,” said Steven. “Hey, don’t you feel hot dressing like that?”
Melvin stood silent, as a sign of ignoring. At this moment, the steel gate of the mansion opened as a sign for teens to come in. As they walked along the path towards the mansion, the big wooden doors of the mansion opened and a guy in a suit walked out.
“Friends of Young Master John Lewis, I presume? Steven Earnings and Melvin Kingston, right?” asked the man in a formal accent. The boys nodded. “Well, do come in. I’m his personal butler, Wallace.”
As the boys walked in, Wallace continued: “The Young Master is expecting you two. He’s up in the attic. I’ll take you there.”
Without a word the two boys followed the butler up into the attic while admiring the decorations in the mansion along the way. When they reached the top of the stairs, Wallace knocked on the door while the two boys were lying on the floor, panting because of the large climb.
“Who’s there?” asked a voice from inside.
“It’s me, Wallace. Your friends have arrived,” said the butler.
For merely a couple of seconds, there was silence besides the two teenagers panting. Later, the sound of the doorknob being turned was heard and the door opened, a blacked-haired teenager walking out.
“Took you long enough to get here, I’m almost done!” He folded his arms.
“Easy for you to say, John! How do you get around the mansion without getting tired? Especially getting up here?” Steven asked aggressively while still panting.
“Yeah, don’t you have a basement here? It’ll be much easier...” said Melvin, lying on the floor with his limbs stretched out.
“Meh, you’ll get used to it. Same went for me when I was little.” He walked towards his exhausted friends, helping them to get on their feet. ”Besides, it’s easier to get down than come up.”
He turned around, walking back to the room for a few steps, continuing his dialogue: ”A basement eh, Melvin? Not a bad suggestion! I’ll remember to ask for a renovation if I can...” His words surprised both of his friends, Melvin almost went falling down the stairs.
“Boy, this guy’s REALLY rich,” said Melvin.
“You don’t say?” agreed Steven.
“...but then again...”
“Huh?”
“...You’ll need to do the stairs concept vice versa, and that’s makes no difference, but it would instead make it much more complicated...” He opened his hands wide. “Besides, it’s quite brighter in the attic, thanks to the natural light given by the sun!”
“There he goes again, explaining physics again...” muttered Melvin.
“The Young Master is more a techie than a scientist,” said Wallace, almost ignored.
“You’re right, especially computer class,” agreed Steven.
“...and having a basement can sometimes be quite dark and... I’m afraid of ghosts...” he muttered but, with luck, nobody heard that. He told his friends to come in.
“Young Master, if you have no more requests, I’ll be downstairs,” said Wallace.
“Sure thing, Wallace. And close the door.”
Wallace took a bow and walked out of the attic, closing the door behind.