Bates Motel: Justin Bieber

Chapter 1

    Box after box was being piled up into the old, Victorian-looking house. No wonder the Bates had bought it. They loved anything old and antique looking. Even Violet and Max were named after ancestors from the 1800s.

By the time everything was moved from the moving truck to the house, it was already time for supper.

“Kids, tonight is going to be a late night. But I promise things will be back on track in a few days. And who knows, maybe the motel will be up and running in a of couple weeks,” Tara Bates had gushed. She was the one who pushed Charlie Bates into buying the property.

“It's alright, mom. It's summer, so the only time we gave to worry about is curfew,” Max grinned. Violet and him seldom got along, considering they were very close in age. Violet holding seventeen, while Max held fifteen. But they both cared about each other . . . And covered one another's asses when need be.

“But even that's early. I think I read it was ten o'clock,” Violet smirked.

“Bull. You're just making that up,” Max spat.

Violet shrugged, pulling a picture frame out of a cardboard box. “What? It's not like you have friends around here,” she replied.

“Yet,” Max added in. “Once word spreads that there's a hot, new guy around, chicks will be bursting through that door. Dad, you might wanna get it boarded up,” he chuckled.

“Always expect the unexpected,” their mother chimed in. “On that note Max, you should go fix that precious hair of yours. You never know when those girls are going to start busting down the door,” she grinned playfully, while unwrapping newspaper from a glass vase.

“Good point. Be right back,” Max said, sprinting up the stairs.

“Great mom, feed his ego even more. Don't be surprised when you have to buy more beanies for him for the next winter, his big head might not fit in them.”

“Oh stop it, he's your brother. Besides, it's not like you'll have to mind the curfew pretty soon. In just a few months, you'll be eighteen. Aren't you excited?”

“Yes, because I'm so excited about being able to legally smoke cigarettes and buy my own fireworks. Oh! And even better, I can finally watch rated R movies in a movie theater without a parent,” Violet said, rolling her eyes.

Tara pursed her lips, and put down the lamp shade she had in her hands. “Honey, there's so much more to being eighteen. I mean, you'll graduate soon, you'll move out, go to college, move out,” she chuckled.

“Thanks, mom. You really know how to make a girl feel at home,” Violet sarcastically said.

“I'm glad. Now start unpacking the pots and pans. I have to start supper.”

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I'm so excited for this story! First chapter is very boring, I'm sorry. But if I get some votes, I'll post the second chapter!