Good Taste

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You were five minutes from your new house, the boys were sleeping on the floor and your youngest sister, Coco, was sitting in the back seat, watching her iPad, she had been binge watching Winx ever since you put it on for her. You and Jo, your middle sister, were listening to your favorite playlist made for the long trip. Mom and Dad would show up later that day with the other U-Haul, you had a smaller one connected to the back, it held two twin mattresses and some other things. Probably the kitchen supplies.

The song ended and 'Crazy Train' by Ozzy Osbourne started playing. You turned into the neighborhood as Jo yelled at you to blast the song, "Crazy, but that's how it goes! Millions of people living as foes!"

The GPS signaled the house was a few blocks down, you could see three boys talk by a large white van branded, Löded Diaper on the side, it was safe to say they weren't getting kidnapped, "Life's a bitter shame, I'm going of the rails on a crazy train, "

The taller one looks over at the truck playing loud music, "I'm going off the rails on a crazy train!"

You turn the engine off which made the music stop, making Jo upset, "Okay girls! We're here! Up!"

Coco looked outside, taking her headphones off and looked outside, "food?"

You smiled at her, unbuckling, "later, baby. Oh, look Jo, there are babies your age."

She glared at you, "I'm not a baby, I'm a tween!"

You looked at her, "What is that?"

"It's a teenager, but a kid." You stared at her.

"Get your ass outta the car, buttface." You watched as Coco stood up to grab her backpack, gently stepping over the dogs.

"You're a freaking butthead." She opened the door and helped Coco out, closing it gently so the boys wouldn't wake up yet.

You opened the door, seeing the group of boys look at you, you could tell that two of them were probably related, the redhead just stared at your sister as she grabbed her backpack as well. You closed the driver's side, grabbing your duffle bag and your keys, tossing it to Jo.

The little redhead boy walked over to you with a magenta bicycle and sparkly tassels, "Hey, are you moving into the Murphey's home?"

You stopped pulling bags out and turned to the kid, looking at his bike and then back at him, "Yep, just moved from Washington state, we got transferred here permanently. What's your name, kid?"

"I'm Rowley Jefferson, and that's my friend Greg, he's too shy to come say hello, but one day he will. What's your name?" The pudgy kid made you smile, as you shook his hand.

"Hello Rowley, I'm Y/n Williams, that's my sister Josephine, Jo!" You yelled at the girl who was walking to the front porch, calling her over as she jogged, "This is Rowley Jefferson, he's around your age, I think you'd get along great."

He stared at your sister then back at you, "Is there anything I can do to help you guys?"

"Well if you have time..." you looked at the two boys who were still staring in your direction, "then yeah... put your bike on the pathway. Do you think you could help us with these bags?"

Rowley smiled, nodding before putting his bike on the side to help you, "I dunno N/n, he's kind of weird."

"And what are you? Normal?" She punched your arm before picking up your duffle and handing it to Rowley, "remember to separate everyone's things!"

She nodded, grabbing two bags and walking inside the house, "Hey, Rowley? Do you like dogs?"

He nodded, "I'm fine with dogs, they're so cute!"