this is a request im so so sorry i haven't been updating.
mary = brandt's mom
this takes place before y/n and brandt's dad dies.
⁂ FIRST PERSON ⁂
─ ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ ─
This was the worst day of my life. My dad and I were finally moving in with his girlfriend and son, Brandt. A week after I was born, my dad knocked up some married women he met and got her pregnant.
The women, who's name is Mary, had her son eight months later and name him Brandt. At that time, I was eleven months old. Brandt and I have only met five times.
We never liked each other. He was spoiled and I was a brat.
For 13 years our dad and my stepmom were off and on. A few days after school started, the two agreed on being a big family and moving in together.
Which brings us back to today. Dad pulled up to a two story house.
"You ready hon?" He said looking at me, who was in the passenger seat.
"No."
"It's okay, you'll get used to this life. The guest room will now be your room!" He smiled.
I love my dad but sometimes, he can make some horrible choices.
"I miss mom," I said in a monotone. I guess you could say I was still the brat I was when I was little.
"I know you do sweetie but she's gone. You have to move on." He told me, sighing.
Nodding, I opened the door and got out. Mary walked out the front door with a big smile on her face, as usual.
"Y/n! You've gotten so big my love!" She hugged me tight. 'My love', mom used to call me that.
"Hey Mary.." I didn't move.
"Brandt's just inside! His two friends are over, Dustin and Alex!" She walked over to my dad and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
I let the two bring the stuff in because I didn't want to. Instead, I sat myself on the front steps of the porch. No way I was going inside.
Dad told me a few days prior, Mary had already decorated my room. She painted the walls a light purple and put a bed with a dresser, night stand, bookshelf and rug in there.
Brandt didn't want to help though.
I stared off in the distance ignoring Mary's squeals as her and my dad brought all the stuff in.
"Dad!" I heard Brandt call out. Little bitch.
"Hey Brandt! Who's this?" Dad questioned. I'm guessing he was talking about Brandt's two friends.
"This is Dustin and Alex, they're my best friends."
"Hello boys," He greeted.
I closed my eyes and let a tear slip out. I don't want to be here. I just want to be in New York again.
"Where did Y/n go?" Mary asked.
