A Nicaraguan and A Russian {TYLERXLOGAN}

Backstory {New life}

^New story y'all so if you guys read my other story. I'm sorry to tell y'all but this story won't have the exact headcannons. Don't worry I will explain.^

Logan's story
Logan POV

Hello, my name is Logan C. Fields. I'm the only son of a Mafia boss in Russia. That's right, I was born and raised in Russia for 16 years. I have two younger sisters, 7 and 1 years old. Of course I love them dearly but I have to live in the US now. Ever since I was 10 years old, I tried my hardest to learn english just in case I have to live with my grandparent in Georgia, US.

Of course, the Mafia live is hard to live. I'm third in command after my mother. A lot of violence and death here, you can get used to it. Just don't get close with someone that you know will die soon. I'm only 16 and my list of crimes are longer than a house.

Meetings are fun, you see new people that don't know that a 16 year old, a 7 year old, and a 1 year old are in charge of them. The last meeting talks about taking control of a town in the middle of nowhere. Just my luck, it's that same town that my grandparents are living in.

My two younger sisters and I went to live with our grandparent, I'm so glad that my father pushed me to learn english since my sisters don't speak english at all. We moved so we could take over meetings about taking after this small town.

My grandparents own a well known flower shop that everyone goes too. Since this was a small town, everyone knew that three people moved into the town. Me and my sisters stayed hidden until my grandmother pulled us out and took us to a summer party. The one that the whole town goes too.

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Tyler's Story
Tyler POV

Hello, my name is Tyler E. Hernandez. I'm the son of a widow and the younger twin of Taylor M. Hernandez. My twin and I are 16 years old. I used to live in Nicaragua, born and raised for eight years there before we moved into this small town. I can still speak my native tongue and I do at home so I won't lose it.

A year later after we moved into this town, my dad died. I still don't know why and I want to know but I don't want to ask my mom or break into the doctor information. For a long time people gave us their pity for our loss.

Baseball was my dad's favorite sport, I played it to go to college. I know my mom won't be able to pay for college let alone university. I love it but not the same way as my dad. Just like piercings, I got a helix and my sister just has her upper lobe pierced.

It was like every normal day, until people started to notice three new people had joined this small town. They are living with the owners of the flower shop on the corner. It was obvious, cars coming in and out and boxes being taken inside by these people in suits. Even in summer with this heat. People started rumors that the three people that moved in are very rich. I didn't believe that until I saw the older guy. I could tell he was nervous, having two young girls holding on to him, all of them wearing things that no one except for Clarks family can afford. He moved inside with the two younger ones quickly.

The whole town was having a summer party, a celebration before school starts again. I had to see my old teacher again, small town problems. I saw James and Mary, the owners of the flower shop and three kids hiding behind them. I think the older boy was around my age while one of the younger girls looked younger than 10 and the other one was a baby, being held by the older boy. My mom grabbed me and my twin to introduce ourselves to the new guests of the town.

^If you couldn't tell, I don't live in a small town so any advice will be welcome no matter what. I really do wish they you guys would like this new story. Goodnight/day.^

New Chapter: Welcome

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