Oliver opened the front door and smiled at his neighbors. "Hello," he said, greeting them.
"Hi," said Krista, the older of the two girls. She was definitely pretty hot. Blond hair, tanned skin, very curvy body, moderately large breasts. She could be a model, easily.
He turned towards the other girl and frowned. Was she part of the same family? The other girl, Rachel, was definitely one of those Goth kids. She totally fit the stereotypical look. "Uh, hello," he said to her. She rolled her eyes and looked away. She obviously didn't want to be there. But that was easily fixed.
"Why don't you come in?" Oliver asked.
"Thanks," Brenda said, then turned towards her daughters. "Come on, girls." She walked in, closely followed by Krista. Rachel, on the other hand, was a bit more hesitant.
"You should come in too," he said.
"Fine," she uttered. As she walked in, she felt like it was a good suggestion. She really didn't want to be there, but she didn't want to be seen hanging around this guy's house either. Someone she knew might see her.
Oliver smiled, watching the three walk further into the house, checking out the rooms. They had no idea that he had already been tweaking them little by little ever since they arrived at his house. Normally, he figured, they would only want to visit and then leave. But thanks to Oliver's power, they now wanted to stay a lot longer.
