Rise of Albion
THE STORM WILL COME
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There were times, which didn't occur very often, that Amy actually had to remind herself that she was the best friend of the son of a billionaire. She was certain that most teenagers out in the world those days wouldn't so easily forget a thing like that, but Derek didn't exactly make it very easy for her. It wasn't as though he would pull up to school every day in a Lamborghini or a helicopter, and he didn't frequently fly to Paris or Rome every weekend. Not to mention, he didn't even seem to like to dress up in all of that fancy gear you could buy from Chanel and whatnot. Sometimes, Derek would even appear to be embarrassed about the wealth in his family.
If some random stranger met Derek on the street, Amy was almost certain that they wouldn't be able to guess that he was the son/heir to Vinyard International. A few presents and whenever she came over to his house were the only real opportunities when Amy was able to see what his family really was like. One didn't become friends with Derek just to reap the benefits of his father's money.
She wasn't exactly sure how she was supposed to describe the habitat Derek lived in. It was much too grand and big to be described as a mere house, but it still wasn't enough to be called a mansion. Yet it also wasn't an old, Victorian style mansions either. Not like those great big beasts/castles out in the country. It was more modern, more expensive and technological. Amy gave up. It was probably almost impossible to describe with having a master's in architecture or something. "Seriously Derek, sometimes I forget you're rich." Amy commented as they walked up the front steps to his door. She smiled then. "It just makes me love you even more though."
There were times, which didn't occur very often, that Amy actually had to remind herself that she was the best friend of the son of a billionaire. She was certain that most teenagers out in the world those days wouldn't so easily forget a thing like that, but Derek didn't exactly make it very easy for her. It wasn't as though he would pull up to school every day in a Lamborghini or a helicopter, and he didn't frequently fly to Paris or Rome every weekend. Not to mention, he didn't even seem to like to dress up in all of that fancy gear you could buy from Chanel and whatnot. Sometimes, Derek would even appear to be embarrassed about the wealth in his family.
If some random stranger met Derek on the street, Amy was almost certain that they wouldn't be able to guess that he was the son/heir to Vinyard International. A few presents and whenever she came over to his house were the only real opportunities when Amy was able to see what his family really was like. One didn't become friends with Derek just to reap the benefits of his father's money.
She wasn't exactly sure how she was supposed to describe the habitat Derek lived in. It was much too grand and big to be described as a mere house, but it still wasn't enough to be called a mansion. Yet it also wasn't an old, Victorian style mansions either. Not like those great big beasts/castles out in the country. It was more modern, more expensive and technological. Amy gave up. It was probably almost impossible to describe with having a master's in architecture or something. "Seriously Derek, sometimes I forget you're rich." Amy commented as they walked up the front steps to his door. She smiled then. "It just makes me love you even more though."