Brothers, Smelly Socks and One House. Oh No...

California Girl?

"We're what?" I stand off the couch, rising to my full height 1.65 meters and towering for a short time over my sitting brother.

"We're moving," Greg deadpans, giving me a firm look saying that I really shouldn't be reacting like this.

"The hell we are!" I shout, no way can he come up in here and drag me half way across the world. He's lost it.

"You don't have a say in it anymore, Dianna-"

"Don't use my full name!"

"We're leaving tomorrow." Greg stands and is back to towering over me, he holds me by my shoulders and looks in my eyes with authority. "Hey, I'm the adult here, I'm doing what's best for you. That's my job."

"I didn't ask for you to take the position, and I don't have to listen to you. Just because you're older doesn't mean you get to be the boss!" I storm upstairs.

"In case you haven't figured it out young lady, I am the boss now!" Greg yells at my retreating back.

I let out a frustrated yell and slam my door, collapsing on my bed. No way am I leaving the U.K. Not happening, hell will freeze over before I do.
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I wake up to shuffling sounds and small thuds. I sit up and groggily look around the room, trying to find the source.

"Oh good, you're up, help pack." Greg says, my eyes focus and I see him digging through my drawers and tossing things in a large suitcase. I scramble out of bed and try to tug my things out of the bag and pack in place. "What are you doing?"

"I told you I wasn't going, what part of that didn't you understand?" I try to put my things back, but Greg rips them from my hands and puts them back in the bag.

"I understand you don't want to leave, Di, but I had to make a choice."

"Well I don't need you to make a choice, you're not a parent!" I rip my clothes back out, but Greg grabs my hands, rather forcefully.

"By law, I am the parent now Dianna!" The words hit me like a rock between the eyes, tears form unwillingly and Greg sees it. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry Di. But I have to be the parent now okay? We're going in the morning, so can you please help me?"

Nodding mutely, I let go of my things, falling haphazardly back into the suitcase. It's 3:34 am and I guess we leave for the airport in a few hours, so I stuff my clothes, shoes and few things in the large suitcase in only minutes.

After, I tug out a clean outfit and go to take a shower for the last time in the little flat. I pull my wet blonde hair in a ponytail and make my way downstairs.

"That's what you're wearing? That's what you want to meet the guys in?" Greg eyes my skirt and sweater, but my attention caught on something else.

"Guys?" I rack my brain, at no point did he mention other guys. "What guys? Why am I meeting guys?"

"The guys we're living with..." Greg says cautiously.

"Wait. So I'm expected to make halfway across the world with my brother turned "dad" and live with other guys? How many are there, don't think I missed the plural part of it!"

"Well...there's nine in total," Greg looks sheepish at me."

"That's it, I'm not going!" I go to stomp upstairs but Greg runs out and throws me over his shoulder. I pound on his back and twist against his iron grip. "No! Put me down! I choose freedom, not lockdown of the boys!"

"Dianna Cordelia, you're going, stop complaining, it isn't that bad." He carries me out of the house and tosses me in the car, buckling my seat belt like a child and jumping in before I can gather my bearings.