My new house was a two story, five bedroom, four bath with a pool outside. There was a good sized basement where the band moved their equipment and we practiced there. Did I mention I quit Redeeming the Fallen? Well, now I'm the lead singer for A Massacre for the Remaining. AMFTR is actually getting somewhere unlike RTF. Anyway, one room we converted into a recording studio, another is like a den I guess. Scottie is about to move in with me so I let him have the master bedroom because it was too big for my liking, one is for Brooklyn and the last is mine which is in-between Brooklyn's and Scottie's. There's a bathroom in each of our rooms and one downstairs.
Mom wasn't too happy about me moving out and she won't talk to me because I dropped out. Like I care.
Mikl and his friends were arriving tonight and I'm letting them stay here in the attic which is pretty much like another floor just without rooms. Scottie and I put four twin sized mattresses and some blankets up there for them. They'd be staying for a week because Mikl wanted to leave early to get to know his real family.
"CALLIE!!!! What're you gonna cook for our guests?" Scottie asked.
"Steak." I mumbled. I wasn't ready to meet him and he has been texting Scottie since he saw the sign that said 'Amarillo 100 Miles' which was two hours ago so he'd be knocking at my door any second.
Knock Knock Knock!
Shit. I hate when that happens!
I went outside and put the meat on the grill and began to listen to their conversation.
"You must be Scottie." Mikl said.
"The one and only." Scottie replied.
I looked up from the grill and saw Seven looking at me. I quickly looked away.
"So where's this sister you've told me about?" Mikl asked.
"I think she's outside, cooking the steak." Scottie answered.
I saw them making their way outside, I was about to meet BrokeNCYDE. Oh dear Jezamus.
"So, you're Callie." he said, while the others looked me up and down, making me uncomfortable.
"Uh, yeah." I replied with a smile.
"I see you're a fan." Seven spoke, pointing at my shirt.
"Apparently." I answered "Scottie, come cook these while I show them around." I yelled inside.
"Ok." he mumbled, handing me Brooklyn.
Everyone's face look surprised when they realized I was raising a child.
"Is that your kid?" Antz asked.
"Oh, no. She's my niece. She was taken away from her parents by Child Protective Services and I adopted her." I told him.
"Yeah and when she tried to give Brooklyn back to her mom, Kaley, she got pissed and there was a lot of trash talking and then, Callie gave Kaley a black eye."Scottie revealed.
"Shut up." I muttered to him, punching him in the arm.
"Owww! You gave me a black arm!!!" he jokingly whined.
"Let's go." I ushered the boys.
I showed them around the house then we ate. They were pretty cool, I guess, but Seven was a tad whorish.
We stayed up late discussing everything. I mean EVERYTHING. They asked me a bunch of questions about my sex life which was weird. They started calling me a whore. I knew they were joking so I didn't mind. I only get mad when someone says it that I hate.
