fivesos one shots

×Stepbrother× mc

"How old is he?" I raised an eyebrow praying that maybe he was around 3 so he wouldn't bother my ass off.

"He's 15." I groaned kicking the nearest furniture I could find. Worse. He was older than me.

"I heard he has a good taste in music." My father tried to lighten my mood which helped only a little.

"Is he hot?" I questioned I couldn't help but ask.

"Lani he's gonna be your stepbrother." My Father chuckled as I sighed and nodded.

"Maybe it won't be that bad. Maybe we'll be like those kids who are siblings goals and we'll stick up for each other."

"Yeah see? That's my girl."

"What's his name?"

"Michael."

"Sounds like an ugly name."

"Lani!"

"Im kidding." I laughed as my father ruffled my hair and stepped out of the car.
We've been standing in the driveway for at least 20 minutes waiting for the kid to show up until dad decided to go in himself. I layed back in my seat squeezing my eyes shut.
After a while my father ran out signaling me to roll down the window.

"Lani get in the backseat!"

"What why?"

"He's older than you, Lani."

"So who cares?"

"Just let him sit in the fro-"

"Thanks Mr. Clifford but I'd rather sit in the back." A boy stepped out the door as he held two suitcases and a small phone in hand as he gave my father a weak smile.
My father mumbled something to him as Michael nodded and slipped in the backseat. It kinda made me relax that he wasn't hot but really cute. But then again he was gonna be my stepbrother so I couldn't think like that.

"So Michael, how long have you been in foster care?"
My father asked Michael odd questions to which he already knew yet still asked anyway. I just sunk down in my seat.

As soon as we got home my dad gestured Michael to follow us in the house.

"He seems like a very nice boy Lani." My father whispered to me.

"Yeah, especially after all those questions you were bombarding him with." I chuckled as he rolled his eyes.

"You didn't even acknowledge him." he crossed his arms glaring at me. I threw my hands up in surrender and angrily whispered back.

"Isn't he supposed to acknowledge me?"

"Stop being such a girl. Man up and go talk to him." My dad gave me a devilish smile. I rolled my eyes, he was teasing me again.

"Fine Ill go and properly acknowledge him after dinner."

"Why so late?" My dad cracked a smile.

"I'm shy." I shrugged sadly.

"Aw cheer up sport, just to make you feel any better if I can, he seems more shy than you."

"Well in that case-"

"Nope. You're not gonna be rude."

"I wasn't gonna say rude," I shot back, "I was gonna say cocky."

"No. Why don't you go do me a favor and tidy up the guest room for me?"

"We already did that this morning, nice try dad."

"Well...go do it again." I groaned and ran inside as my dad laughed and called out,