Living With The Slavatores

Chapter 1 - Moving Out And Hotels

Madison's POV:

"I WILL WAIT DEAR, A PATIENCE OF ETERNITY!!!"

Oh no! That's my 8 o'clock alarm I'm late so so late my mums gonna kill me!

I'm gonna die an 18 year old Virgin and there's nothing I can to about it...

Wait isn't it Saturday?

And this alarm isn't for 8 o'clock it's for 4am! What the hell is going on!

"Surprise!!!" My mum keely says bursting into my room.

"What's the surprise?" I ask

"Were moving..." She says excitedly....

Wait what did she say?

12 hours later....

"No!! You can't make me do this... Let me go dad! I know my rights!!" I scream as my parents drag me through airport.

"Stop making a fuss Madison how old are you five?" My dad snaps.

"Yes I am five!" I say straightening my clothes.

In the last twelve hours my parents have managed to pack up the house and all my stuff I'm pretty sure they creased my posters!

Then they manage to get me on a plane to mystic falls I mean it sounds like something from Tinkerbell!!

And now I'm in the airport making a fool of myself.

Fun.

"Come on Maddie get in the cab!" I'm ushered into a bright yellow taxi.

About 30 minutes later we pull up at a hotel.

"What are we doing here?" I think out loud.

"Well you see umm the house isn't quite ready yet so your gonna have to stay at the Salvatore's house..." My mum says anxiously.

"Who are the Salvatore's?" I ask but the name sounds kinda familiar.

"Well you don't really know them... but one of them, his name is Stephen he visited once when you were about fourteen you guys got along like a house on fire..."

"I don't really think a house on fires a good thing? But I love Stephen I wonder if he remembers me?" I ask my mum.

I'm not going to add the part about how I had a humongous crush on Stephan because my mum would flip!

""Oh he remembers you!" My mum adds.

"Anyway here's a credit card go shopping for anything you'll need for the Salvatore's." My mum digs through her bag and hands me a card.

"What do you mean anything you'll need for the Salvatore's?" I question.

"Well me and your mother need to attended a business trip so you'll be staying with them till we get back..." My dad states.

"When will you be getting back?"

Please don't say anything to long... Please please please.

"Oh just 3 months." My mum says casually.

"3 months!!!" I squeak.

"Yep so you probably want to do a lot of shopping." My mum suggests.

No shit Sherlock.