It took an hour for Quinton to convince his mom he should take you to Los Angeles but it took her two hours to convince your parents.

The cabin lights dimmed in airplane as you look out the window. The electric landscape of the city lights below melt into the starry night sky.

It was a late night flight that grounded just after midnight.

Quinton threw his travel bag over his shoulder and you followed him rolling your suitcase on wheels toward a shiny black luxury SUV. The car service drove you both through winding dark streets of  Bel Air Hills dotted by tall driveway gates until you reached a dimly lit sand colored mansion. The lights were off when he typed in the key code for the door. Inside tall majestic windows streamed moonlight that left patches on the floor. There was a circular staircase and a tall glass tube elevator.

"Welcome to Sway House" Quinton tells you in the dark.

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You are escorted upstairs to the bedroom which is reserved for girl visitors. It has three single beds and lamps scattered about tables and dressers with flat screen televisions and light rings.

"Hey where are you?"

Quinton answers "over there" he looks across the wide landing to another door.

"It's the same as your room - just for guys. Oh those rooms?" he looked behind him as if reading your mind "belong to Josh, Bryce, ... the boys. See you in the morning" he had that trust me smile.

As you sit on the small bed you can hear outside your room a door opening leaking music into the open space for a moment. A guy's voice asks Quinton "Did you bring the girl in the photo?"

What girl? you ask yourself .