Snippet #1899340

Asher's bright yellow taxi cab pulled up the gravel driveway towards the beautiful beach house. From the front he could see the glass doors that lead into the place he would be calling home for the next two weeks. As the car stopped he heard the driver let out a sigh.
"It's pretty sick, huh?" Asher said with a grin that spread across the entire bottom of his face. The driver laughed a little at the statement and joined Asher in the grin.
"Yes sir. Very 'sick' indeed."
"Well thanks for the ride man. Here's payment. Keep the change." Asher tossed a roll of bills that probably added up to about one hundred dollars on the man's lap then pulled his board and backpack out of the back seat.
Asher dropped his board on the ground and rolled up to the front door. He loved that sound. The sound of the wheels turning on the concrete. He was used to it but still, every time he heard it he felt like he was unpacking his first board and having his Father help him learn to ride it. Asher looked in plant jar next to him for the key to the house and grew happier as his fingers touched cold metal.
"Yessss."
He fitted the key into the lock, turned it, and opened the door.
"Holy crap." In front of Asher was a hallway with beautiful canvases plastered with modern art, off to his left was the hang out. It was purple with a beautiful rug and a bunch of modern architecture. To his left was the Kitchen and living room. In the hang out was a staircase that led to the second floor. Asher took the stairs all the way up and laughed.
"I FREAKING LOVE DC SHOES!" He yelled to no one in particular, because in front of him was a bunch of beautiful rooms, and at the end, he presumed, was the master bedroom. The stairs continued up so again he followed them. And to his extreme joy, at the top there were rooftop suites.
"Yup. That's mine." And he walked into one of the rooms, plopped his stuff down in a corner and fell onto the bed. "Yeah. I'm gonna like it here."