Chapter 1

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Freya P.O.V.

"  Nova, stop singing! It sounds like you ran over the fucking cat with a semi-truck over and over again! ", I said to her while we were singing 'Popular' on the way to our new house well I should say mine and Sage's new house. "Freya watch your attitude or you are going to be walking to Seattle." Elena said as I continued to tell her to stop singing.

So, you are probably wondering why we are going to Seattle. This year my cousin Sage and I are going to college with my sister Nova. I'm going to be a junior in college and Sage is going to be a sophomore. Nova is finishing up her masters so she has a house that all three of us are going to be sharing. So I guess today is the day "our lives" are going to become new or that's what our moms say anyways.

I look up from my phone and realize that we are already on the street that the house was at. Once we arrived at the house, we unload Nova's car and start bringing our luggage into the house. 

I walk into the living room and look around, I noticed the cool white paint on the walls and the gray couch and all the different throw pillows. I walk into the kitchen and is shocked when I see marble white counter tops with a white back splash.

I could only make it into the two rooms before my sister yells at me to come help them finish unpacking the car. When I walk outside I see my cousin eating a Dill pickle while unloading the car. "Where in the world did you get the pickle?" She looks at me as if I was crazy, "Nova gave it to me." I shake my head and start getting my luggage.

" STOP PETER!!!! GET OUT OF MY TRUCK!!! "

I turn around startled by the noise and see two very attractive guys yelling and laughing at each other, unaware of our presence. I walk over to Sage and Nova who were already staring at them. I turn to my sister and talk quietly, " Who are the hotties? " She looks at me and whispers back, " I don't know, they moved in about two months ago. I never learned their names, I've never really talked to them but they seem like the type who would be the social type of people but hey I could be totally wrong. To be honest, that's the most I've heard the younger brother speak. " I shake my head, " Wait so there's more? " she shakes her head, " Yea, he has an older brother too." " Well Nova we kind of need to know they're names it's kind of a big... 'Dill' " We look at Sage with amused faces as she points to her pickle. We all die laughing at the very lame joke that my cousin had just made.

We quickly stopped when we noticed that the two guys were looking at us confused. We kind of had this awkward stare down with them until I made the brave move, " Hi, I'm Freya and this is my cousin Sage. We're moving in with my sister Nova," I pointed at each of them. The one that was in the car got out and walked towards me. He held out his hand for me to shake, " Hi, I'm Peter and this is one of my best friends Ennis." I turn towards him and smiled.

I looked back at his very gorgeous face and see him slightly nod towards me. I turn back to the ' Brent ' guy and smiled and returned his shake of the hand. I let go of his hand and kind of back away. I noticed that he wasn't staring at me anymore but behind me. I turn around and followed his gaze to see him staring at my cousin who was looking at her phone and eating her pickle. I look back to see him scratching the back of his neck.

" So...do y'all need help with getting everything inside? " I smile at his question and nod my head gratefully. We all grab bags except for Sage who's still eating her pickle and is on her phone. I noticed that Peter had stayed behind and was walking with her, while looking over her shoulder.

We walked in silence until all of the sudden I heard Peter say, " It looked like what ever you were doing on your phone was kind of a big ' Dill '. " We all stopped and looked at him, as Sage looked at him in shock and spoke for the first time since meeting them, " You think you're funny, don't you?"

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