"brendon, will you come set the table?" his mother called from downstairs
"yea, i'll be down in a second." he yelled back.
he jogged down the stairs and went to grab the plates from the cabinet.
his mother stops him. "i invited one of my coworkers over and she's going to bring her son and husband, use the china."
the fancy plates were only used on holidays and when company was over. he grabbed seven plates and set them around the dining table. he grabbed the nice silverware and set that down too. he never understood why they had such a large table for a family of four.
"thanks, brendon. now go get changed into something nice, they'll be here any minute."
brendon ran back up the stairs and got changed into a white button up, a long tie, and black skinny jeans. to keep it casual, he put on a pair of black vans.
the doorbell rung through the house, which brendon assumed was his mom's coworker. he waited to go down, checking his phone repetitively incase anyone would text him.
his door was pushed open. it was his half sister, sophia. "sophia, you can't just open my door without knocking. we've been over this."
"mom wants you downstairs, the weekes are here."
that's weird, that's dallon's last name.
she left his room. sophia was 13 years old. they shared the same mom, but her dad was his moms boyfriend, they had been together for 14 years.
he jogged downstairs. his mom was introducing everyone.
"and that's my son, brendon."
brendon looked up to say hello, and he noticed a familiar face.
"nice to meet you, brendon." dallon said with a smug smirk.
