~ Owen's POV ~
Summer before senior year:
It's supposed to be the last bit of childhood freedom until fucking college...fucking adulthood.
Naive of me to think I'd have a chill summer break- between four noisy ass younger brothers, an older brother who's always in my damn business, a sister who's in love with my best friend, and a over worked dad- my summers been a never-ending stressful fest.
When dad wasn't home, I was the personal Uber. Or the babysitter.
Xander needs a ride to his soccer games? Don't worry, Owen will!
Carrie refuses get driven anywhere by Luke so then she begs me for help? I'll drive you sis!
Liam, though his fucking girlfriend can drive and has a fucking car, needs a ride to see her? ....Of Fucking Course, I'll take you.
Benji needs a ride to his baseball camp that's three hours away?
.....
JESUS CHRIST!
Of course I did, drove Hunter there too. And he's not even one of my brothers but when his parents Andre & Nina Reed (the good Reeds) asked me to take the boy, I couldn't say no.
We both suffered through Benji singing with the most untalented voice I've ever heard.
He wasn't even singing anything good, just generic pop shit that he somehow knew every word of.
Funny how he can memorize every Rihanna song but, when it comes to his multiplication facts, he's got no fucking clue.
He's pretty good with addition and subtraction. So he's got that, and the fact that everyone loves him, going for him.
Can't blame them, I love the guy too. That's why I agreed to take the damn kids.
Still, it was a waste of my first day of break. Especially when my Benji took a whole ass ten minutes to go with the camp counselor.
He hung onto my leg for dear life, he cried that he didn't want me to go. He cried to stay with me. He was going to be majorly homesick, I told him and dad that.
Benji was able to convince Hank with his puppy eyes and pleas. But I wasn't as easily convinced. Too bad dad never listened to me.
And I was stuck at that baseball camp for the next hour while Hunter awkwardly stood near us as the camp consulars comforted my little brother.
Eventually, after a call to dad and a long ass hug goodbye, the camp workers were able to haul my brother away.
I got home around 7PM.
I was exhausted and wanted to punch something. Hard.
I was hoping I'd be met with a sympathetic dad, maybe a meal or few.
But, instead, I was met with an eerily quiet house.
No sounds, nobody in the kitchen or living room.
Just a dim lighting the area.
Freaky.
I soon found human life in the form of Xander, cland in his underwear.
He was walking past me and to the kitchen. But, in character for my big headed-dickwad of a younger brother, he bumped into me.
"Hello to you too, sunshine."
He grumbled and attempted to smack me, I retorted with a punch to the stomach.
"Fuck you!" He spat.
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OWEN
Teen Fiction~ Sequel to My New Home. Read that first to understand what's going on ~ A year after the events of My New Home, Jude Aarons is still out free. The whole Anderson family is anxious. Enter Owen, the one most effected. Between his complex feeling abo...
