The bad and the broken

chapter 2

*Andrea's POV*

" Andrea Audriana Rosalinda Montoya-Vazquez! If you re not ready in the next five minutes so help me God!"

"Coming!!"

I had just finished flat Ironing my naturally unruly brown hair. Of course, it had taken about an hour and a half, but the result was worth it. I hastily changed out of my sweats and tank top and into a black tee shirt with galaxy print shorts. I flew down the stairs to meet my mother in the living room of our small, two level townhome.

"Andrea, what are you wearing? Don't you think you should wear something a little nicer to meet our new guest in?" my mother scolded.

"But mama, I-"

"ah ah ah no buts! Go upstairs and change right this instant!"

"Oh, mama I-" but again, I was interrupted ,this time by the doorbell.

"I've got it!" I rushed to the door and flung it open. I was meet by Melinda, standing there alone. I was about to ask where the kid was, when a guy my age suddenly ran up onto the porch to join her.

He was like, the definition of perfect. He had blondish brown hair that was styled up into a quiff. He wore a pair of black Jordans with black skinny jeans and a white v- neck under a baggy black hoodie. His eyes-a beautiful shade of brown-were the icing on the cake. Wait, what was I talking about? I didn't even know why this kid was here and I was already drooling over him.

"Uh, Melinda, who's this..?" I asked, diverting my attention from him to her.

"Why, this is Justin, the boy you're taking in. Did your mother not tell you..?"

"Uh, no, I was just expecting him to be a little younger. Mama! Justin's here!"

My mother came scrambling to the door and smiled.

"Welcome. Please come in." she said in her polite tone.

I watched as Justin sauntered in, a smirk on his lips. He looked amused, but I couldn't figure out why.

"Hello Justin. I'm Ms. Vazquez, but you can call me Mary."

"sup." He responded. Aye aye aye, he was in for it now. If there was one thing my mother hated, it was rudeness. She was just about to scold him when he interrupted her.

So where's my room at?"

My mother squinted her eyes for just a moment before settling back into her pleasant demeanor.

"Andrea, will you be a dear and show Justin to his room?" she said, her voice so sweet it was sickening.

"yes mam." I responded. I made eye contact with Justin, and headed up the stairs. I heard his clumpy steps start to follow. I opened the door to our small guest room, which was right next door to mine. He entered, that same annoying smirk still pasted to his face.

"So this is your room." I said, crossing my arms over my chest. "The bathroom is across the hall, we share it, and your towels for the week are in the closet, Along with a change of sheets. Our curfew is 11:30 sharp, so you probably want to be back here five minutes earlier. Oh, and your music isn't allowed to be turned up past 15 while my mother is home. You're not allowed to close the door when you have friends over, and we take turns washing the dishes each night. On Saturdays, you vacuum the carpets. Any questions?"

He tossed his bag on the bed. "Ok. So where's your room?"

I was shocked at his question.

"It's uh, next door..." I shifted my feet awkwardly.

"Good to know." He rasped.

I scoffed and stormed out of the room.

This was going to be a long three months.

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Hello. I decided to update because I have soo many ideas. I hope youre enjoying so far.

k bye. The photo is of Andrea, btw.

-Shaienne