Mystery Boy

My P.O.V--New house, comes with new asswhole

My P.O.V

Bob: moriah, we’re home

I groaned as I opened my eyes to see a mansion. I thought I was dreaming, so I rubbed my eyes. Nope, defiantly not a dream

M: whoa, you guys live here?

Anne: you do to, sweetie

I nodded, feeling down as I went to grab my bag.

Bob: moriah, don’t touch that

I froze

M: what, is there something wrong?

Anne: Randy will get that

I frowned as I saw a man walk out, in a tux. He looked around his mid-30 and was a little built.

Randy: Hello Mr. and Mrs. Storm and… Moriah is that you?

I blush a little as the guy hugged me a little too tight

Randy: I remember when you were just in diapers. I’m so glad they found you and you’re so grown up

M: thank you

Randy took my bags and went inside. I then saw a black mustang parked and I frowned

M: whose car is that?

Bob: oh that’s Logan’s

M: Logan?

Anne: oh you’re brother sweetie, you’re blood one

M: oh

Bob: go ahead, check out the place

I nodded as I walked in, feeling slightly nervous. I heard boys laughter upstairs followed by a woman dressed like a maid.

Maid: oh, what you need dear

M: um actually

Randy: that’s Moriah, Sally

Sally: oh my goodness

She hugged me and I awkwardly hugged back

M: hello

Sally: it’s good to see you again, Moriah

M: you too

Randy: might I get Logan?

M: oh no, don’t. I just don’t want to bother him

Sally: don’t be silly, he’s been waiting ages for you

Anne: who’s been waiting for whom?

Ok since when did they all get British Accents?

Randy: Logan of course

Bob: that boy is still not down here? LOGAN

L: yes dad?

Bob: get your ass down here

I giggled and my dad winked at me. I think I will kind of like it here, but just the feeling of Hayden. I felt a pang go through my stomach. I groaned quietly as I saw a boy around my age, go down the stairs. He had black crop hair, with red tips at the end; he was muscular and had a bad boy look. He reminded me of Hayden and suddenly I wanted to talk to him.