Ecstasy wrote:
Dylan nodded " Oh , small world.." he muttered , urging Eleanor to follow him along the last few steps.After passing a few houses , Dylan gestured to one , number 22. " This..is my place..it's.. a bit shabby.." Dylan stated , all of a sudden stressed about his house's appearance.He quickly began to adjust the number plate and brush off some dust , then unlocked the door and welcomed Eleanor in.The state of his house would bring a shock to any-one , with books varying from 100 to 2 years old piled in enclosed spaces , a claustrophobic person's hell.There were a few mugs left with coffee at the bottom spotted around the room on desks and tables , and magazines strewn across seats. " Please..excuse the mess.." Dylan pleaded , attending to a mis-shapen book pile.The fact that Dylan did not come off as the sort of boy that reads books is why people are so shocked when they see with-in his house , cluttered and filled with books.