The Rock Band Name.

Blue eyed devil

"Oh, how I miss the shining sun!"

I slowly step out of the airport to the rainy, cloudy, England. It's just as rubbish as the books described. I look around the airport hoping to find my mother among the crowded lobby. I pan all around the lobby only to see a tall man in a suit and shades with a small whiteboard with my name on it, including the last name.

"Guess that's me."

I walk over to the man and look up at him and offer my hand. He looks at me and just nods, he signals me to follow not saying a word, me, being rejected from a handshake just trailed behind. The man looked very young and had dirty blonde hair, he was tall and fit. We walked up to a black car, which was beautiful to note, and he gestured for me to get into the back seat. I'm never one to sit in the back so, I walked over to the passenger's seat, opened the door and sat there. He did let out a chuckle from what I saw, he put my bags in the trunk and got into the car. He took a long look at me then began to drive, I looked at his profile and he looked even younger, he almost looked my age.

"What's up bro, you do this often?" I said this and put my feet up on the dash. He didn't seem happy about that so he said, "Don't do that, feet off". "Right then it's off! But you didn't answer me," I wanted to get to know him more, this was a long drive. "Pick up girls at the airport, to your surprise, no I do not do these things often." I let out a chuckle when he said that, we stopped at a red light he looked 'round for something in the car and ended up making a mess. He reached his hand to the compartment on my side and got too close, I grabbed his arm saying, "Slow down! We just met!", he pulled away then glared at me tilting his head down showing a glimpse of his eyes, they were a bright blue, nothing like what I've seen before. I was taken back a little for the reason that I've never been one to look into people's eyes when I just meet them. I just stared out the window at my new home I felt sad that my dad couldn't be here with me... A tear rolled down my cheek. We hit another red light. He turned to me and got some 'look' on his face, "You okay? Don't get sad love," his voice had lowered and sounded sweet. I explained to him that my dad had to stay in Tennessee and I had to move out here. He ended off my statement with; "So you had to move on in with your mum, I suppose. But don't worry about any of it, you will love it here, and you will have this blue eyes devil to guide you through the lovely world of England." I giggled; "I can't wait."

We had finally made it to 'my new home' and only one word could describe it, HUGE. The house was the typical rich person's house, amazing garden, multiple floors, CRAZY EXPENSIVE CARS IN DRIVEWAY. I need to get me one of those; I thought to myself. The 'blue eyes devil' walked up in front of me with my bags, he stepped up to the door and rung the doorbell. A tune played, it was defiantly familiar. Definition, by Yo-Yo Ma and Philip Glass. I am somewhat of a classical fan I do identify with many musicians, especially Yo-Yo Ma. The door opened; it was my sister; "Oh wow! Hello, Thomas!" She greeted him with a hug. When she let go I nudged his shoulder and said; "Thomas, huh," I giggled. My sister turned her head to me "Oh my gosh! It's you! You're so big! Come here!" She then put her arms around me; "hug me back child". I put my arms around her thin waist and spoke up "Wow it's nuts to see you in real life, I've only seen you in pictures", she let go, "Much better in the flesh, huh." I said sarcastically. She then looked at Thomas, then my bags. "Oh right!" She started to blush and messed with her long brown hair; "Come on in you two, Anthony, welcome to your new home!" She opened the door to reveal the inside, the front door went into a living room with two flights of stairs on each end. "Damn, I live here?", Thomas looked over at me "Welcome Anthony..." he began to laugh as I punched him in the arm. I put my bags up on a step, Emmy had gone to go talk to my mom and tell her I had arrived. Thomas and I just stared into each other's eyes; "Your eyes are so cute", I started to blush. Suddenly I hear a deep voice from upstairs; "MUM WHY MIGHT EMMY BEING FREAKING OUT?!" Next thing I know I see my brother come down the stairs, "Anthony? What the hell? You're in my house what?!" His voice raised by the end of the sentence as he ran to me. In a blink I felt his arms around me, my little brother was just as I remember; freaking adorable. He has scruffy black hair, pale skin, and grey eyes. He was a good mess, but a hot mess. "You obviously get the looks from me Jentol, do a spin for us, baby!" Jentol giggles and starts moving his hips and turning. I knew I belonged here.