Peter Parker Blurbs

#26 | One Of Them H.B.

H O L L A N D    B R O T H E R S

PAIRING: Null

PROMPT: this was going to be a series where the reader lived with the Holland Brothers.

WORDS: 1033 words

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August

"Family friends, eh," I mumble to myself, standing outside the Los Angeles Airport. Even in the shade the Californian heat was overwhelming me. My fingers rapidly tapped the screen of my phone. Whether Sam's phone was off or on silent didn't matter to me. I pressed the 'call' button and sit on top of my suitcases, bringing the phone up to my ear. It rang a couple times before the answer machine picked up. The boy's voice sounded different but I was assured that this was his number. A beep echoes in my ears and I just begin babbling. "You were supposed to pick me up half an hour ago. I don't care if our mothers are friends. When you wonder why your life is like a living hell, this is why," I quickly press the 'end call' button and leave the message. My eyes darted to a taxi pulling up. I stand up, waving my arm to flag it down. It stops in front of me. A few people get out with their luggage. Then the cab driver helped me with my bags.

I sat in the back of the car, my earbuds in. Views of Los Angeles blended by as I stared outside the window. This is what I fought for. All those days trying to convince my parents to let me go. UCLA has been my dream school since forever. Even knowing that my parents still thought that Los Angeles was decided because of its recent popularity with the youths of today. They were pretty sure that I was just following what everyone else was doing. And there was also the issue of money. My parents could barely pay for the first year. I had to complete multiple essays to get enough scholarships for my parents to even consider the idea. It was when my mom found out that one of her old friends had sons that now lived in LA in a shared apartment that finally convinced them.

I tried to remember what her sons were like. It had been at least seven years since I last saw them. One of them, Tom, is now a famous actor. Who knew? I used to be obsessed with him when I was little, but being two years younger than him meant that he had wanted nothing to do with me. Well, things changed. We all grew apart and now I don't really know anything about what their lives are like now. I hope it's not too crazy there. Or maybe I do want it to be crazy there? My life has seemed so boring, always staying in my hometown and going to the local community college. Maybe some excitement would do me some good.

"We're here," the driver grumbled after waiting in a hour of traffic. I pulled out my earbuds and look up at my new neighborhood. It appeared to be more upperclass than other parts I had seen during the long drive. I paid the fee, reluctantly, still upset that no one had come to pick me up. The scruffy looking man sets down my bags on the sidewalk. With a curt goodbye, I dragged my two suitcases towards the building. I paused at the door to look at the panel with the apartment numbers to get inside. I raise my sunglasses to rest on my head. A man, seemingly in his mid thirties, held open the door for me. "Here you go miss," he says. I shoot him a grateful smile and a nod. The lobby had a modern look to it from what I could see in between struggling with my bags and trying to get the piece of paper with the apartment number on it out from my back jean pocket. I pressed the up button for the elevators.

Once the elevator arrives I climb inside hitting the button for the correct floor. A string of mumbled curse words left my mouth as I had a hard time with getting my suitcases down the carpeted hallway. I stop in front of the door, glancing at the paper to make sure I was at the right place. After double checking I rang the doorbell. I lean against the wall. Surprisingly winded from all the pushing, pulling, and dragging of my bags. The apartment door opens and a blonde guy with shoulder length hair answered the door. He looked like the epitome of a surfer dude. Although in Los Angeles I'm sure they're a dime a dozen. His humored eyes take in my appearance. "Hey Sam," he yells into the apartment. A muffled 'yeah' comes in response. "There's a chick at your door with luggage. She's kinda hot. Can I invite her in?" I didn't bother to be discreet with my eye roll.

Seconds later the freckled boy with the brown, and a smidge of red, hair appeared from around the corner. I could recall him from my memory. "Y/N? What are you doing here? I was supposed to pick you up tomorrow," the British accent was rushed. I push off from the wall. "I suppose my mom was the one who told you that. You know she's always a day behind with these things," I state. "Or perhaps you are always a day ahead?" His playful tone corresponds to his light smile. I hum in amusement. "It's good to see you," I tell Sam as I wrap my arms around him in a hug. For a second I am able to catch a glimpse at the inside of the apartment. Decently sized but completely trashed due to the residents being for the large portion, male. "It's good to see you too," he mumbles in response, giving me friendly pats on the back.

I pulled away to see the surfer dude have his arms open wide. "No," I say sternly. "You and you," I point at Sam and the other guy, "bags, please." With my thumb I gesture towards behind me.