𝐰𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬; 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐚

"i don't bite"

IRIS MARA
chapter one

"You never come to see me anymore. I thought the whole point of you moving to Los Angeles was to see more of me." My older brother, Nick, rants over the phone.

"Now why in the world would you think that?"

"I would just appreciate it if you and I could do some sister-brother bonding here soon."

"Maybe. I'll have to check and see whether or not my schedule is clear."

"What schedule are you referring to? I know damn well the only friend you have is me."

"Okay fine, whatever. I'll be over in a bit."

"I'm not actually home at the moment but the door should be unlocked. If not, the spare is hidden in the flower pot."

I can see from my window, large, dark clouds accumulating in the grey sky. It was for sure going to rain.

I grab a hoodie from my closet. I lace up my shoes and head downstairs. I give myself a quick hair adjustment before leaving the house.

From my current position on the sidewalk, I could clearly see the prettymuch house that was just down the street.

Nick, being the overprotective brother that he is, decided that if I was to move to LA, that it was best that I live in a house that was in close approximaty to his own.

I don't see anyone at first as I make my way through the rather large house that is dead silent.

I see the first sign of life in the kitchen. A certain four-eyed boy was seated at the dining table shoveling spoonfuls of frosted flakes into his mouth.

His eyes fall on me, moments after my own fell on him. He wipes excess milk from his chin and a big grin appears on his face.

"I'll be damned, if it isn't little Mara. What have you been up to all these years?"

"It's only been a few weeks, Brandon. Anyways, I'm here for Nick."

"Nick? You're shit out of luck then. He left thirty minutes ago, sweetheart."

"It's, Iris." I say, propping a hand on my hip as I look around. My eyes peer back over at the boy. "Is Edwin here? Or anyone else besides you?"

"Nope." He says in response as he removes himself from his seat. He sets his empty bowl into the sink before turning to face me.

"Great."

He laughs, his body lounged against the countertop as he looks over at me. A smug look tugs at his features.

"Don't worry, I don't bite." He grins. With a lazy shrug, he continues,"Most of the time, that is."