The Hudson Boys

Chapter four

I look at my watch. 5:58. Claire is going to be so mad at me and I'm going to make a horrible first impression, or second impression to four of her sons. I should have asked for a map or something. Their house is so big I wouldn't be surprised if they had one.

I'm about to give up and go back to my room, that is if I can find my room, when someone smashes into me and my body collides with the ground. Seriously, how many times am I going to fall in one say?

In no time there is a figure in front of me. I look up to see a frantic looking boy reaching his hand down for me to grab. "Ahh come on, come on! We gotta go! We can't be late!"

I let him pull me up and we run through the hallways, I'm guessing in the direction of the dining room.

We sprint down the stairs and I follow the boy though some more hallways and rooms until we finally reach the dining room. He hastily runs to a seat and sits down.

At this time, I look up to see and hear some of his brothers snickering at him, making fun of him for almost being late.

"Hello, Jess! Did you find the dining room alright? I guess you did since you got here just in time! You'll learn quickly that I am very punctual." Claire is sitting at the head of an extremely wide and long wooden table facing me. Next to her is a man around her age, so I'm assuming that's Steve, her husband.

Noticing my discomfort and apprehension about where I should sit, Claire continues, "why don't you sit across from Vince, my son that you came down with."

Vince smiles at me and I hurriedly make my way over to that seat, not wanting to draw any more attention to myself.

"Great, now that we're all here, we may eat!"

All at once, the boys begin to dig into the food that has been prepared in numerous dishes in front of us. I join in and add some food to my plate, trying not to draw much attention to myself.

"So Jess, how are you liking California so far? A little different from New York huh?" Steve asks me, looking up from his food.

Steve looks to be in his early to mid fifties. Dressed in black suit, blue collared shirt and a tie, I'm assuming he just came from work.

"From what I've seen, which isn't much, it's really nice! I haven't gotten to see much of it yet though, just really the airport and here" I reply nervously. I don't know why I'm so nervous. They're just normal people. Normal people who live in a mansion with probably a gigillion rooms in it, an elevator and a personal driver. Completely normal.

"That's right" Claire adds. "You haven't really gotten any time to explore the state yet! Maybe the boys can take you sightseeing tomorrow!"

Hearing them be mentioned, each one of the boy's heads pop up and turn in my direction.

I take this time to look at each one of them and I can firmly say, each one is even better looking than the next, if that's even possible.

All the boys look to be roughly around my age. Each one of them has tanned skin, as if they have spent all of their time soaking in the sun.

They also all have incredible hair, ranging from light to dark brown and short to somewhat long.

Some of them have freckles scattered around their faces; the type of freckles that come out from being in the sun.

But the best feature about the boys: their eyes. Each one of them had such vibrant, contrasting eye colors.

I notice that each one of them are starring at me, taking in my appearance and I suddenly become very self-conscious. Maybe I should have changed out of my old high school cross-country shirt and denim shorts. I wish I fixed my hair also. If only I came up with this thoughts sooner.