Sixteen and Twenty-one

Chapter one

Summer: the season of many flings. In my case it is the season of new house guest. The name is Max and I am sixteen going on seventeen. My house usually consists of my older brother Ari who is nineteen, my younger sister who is fifteen, my mom, and my dad. This summer there will be two new additions to this family of five. My older cousin and his roommate from college are coming to spend the summer with us. What fun. Iggy, my cousin, is twenty going on twenty-one, while his roommate just turned twenty-one.

“Max you done with the guest rooms yet?” My mom yelled from downstairs.

“Yeah, they’re done.” I said as I came down the stairs. When I got downstairs I saw that Ari was sitting on the couch watching some show. I jumped over the back of the couch and stole the remote away from him.

“Max I was watching that!” He yelled at me. I was about ready tell him that I didn’t give a damn if he was watching the TV when the doorbell rang.

“Well now you are answering the door because I’m not expecting anybody.” I smiled evilly at him. Ari groaned then got up off the couch and went to answer the door. I watched as he opened it. Standing the doorway was a tall pale kid with spiked strawberry blonde hair and bright blue eyes that I knew by the name of Iggy. The other person was tall and tan. He had shaggy black hair and onyx eyes. He must be the roommate that Iggy was telling us about.

“Aaron Alexander Martinez!” Iggy greeted my brother by his full name.

“Jeffrey James Griffith.” Ari greeted back using Iggy’s full name. They did that macho man hug thing before Iggy turned to look at his roommate.

“This is Nicolas Bryson Ride.” Iggy introduced his college roommate the same way the two boys always introduce someone. “Nick this is my cousin, which you already heard his name. Over there on the couch is his little sister Maxine Taylor Martinez, and somewhere around here is the other little sister, Ella Elaine Martinez.” Iggy informed his friend as they both walked into the living room where I was currently located.  I looked up to see both boys behind the couch. They were looking at me expecting me to properly introduce myself and make Nick a little more comfortable around me I guess.

“It’s just Max, Iggy. None of this Maxine bull crap ok?” I glared at Iggy. If I’m not mistaken the Nick guy looked a little amused by my comment to the brainless twit. “And what’s with Mr. Tall, Dark, and emotionless?”  I asked getting annoyed with his lack of emotion. Was it humanly possible to be this detached from your emotions?

“Fang.” He spoke. Nick finally said a word after being in my house for a whole three minutes.

“Fang?” I questioned. What did the word fang have to do with anything?

“Call me Fang.” He clarified. Great so this tall, dark guy that just walked into my house must be emo. Why? Because he is wearing all black and wants to be called by the name of Fang, but god was he hot. Those last four words have and never will cross my mind about this new person standing right behind me.

“Ok, Fang, not to be blunt but are you emo or what?” I asked gesturing towards his statue.

“No I am not emo. I just happen to like the color black. Just like you happen to like the neon green color that you are wearing a lot of right now.” He answered with an amused smile at the end. I looked down at what I was wearing. I had on neon green socks with dark grey shorts that were outline in neon green and matching cut off shirt that showed part of my neon green sports bra. To finish of I had a neon green hairband in my ponytail and one still on my wrist just in case. My shoes that I recently kicked off my feet were lying in front of the couch and they were white, grey, and neon green. Ok so he had me there.