step jerk

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"Brianna get your bags upstairs" My mom calls from inside the house.

"You, too, Ashton"

"Of course" We cry in unison as we both pull our suitcases from the trucks of our cars and move to the door, both of us stepping in at the exact same time, causing both of our bodies to crash.

"You could've left me pass cause obviously I'm carrying heavier bags" He says, referring to the suitcase he is dragging behind, the heavy looking backpack and the laptop case he's carrying in a cross bag, addition to the drum he has in hand.

"Well, I believe they say ladies first" I point out.

"I know" Ashton says "It says 'ladies' first"

My nerves boil with his words "What the-?"

"Bri?" My mom calls "Something wrong?"

"No" I say, faking an innocent smile as I push Ashton aside and walk through the door.

I rest my bag by the door as I check out the new house where I'll be living with my mom, her new husband and his son. Till now John hadn't been anything, but nice to me. Mom tries so hard to keep her relationship with me just the same as before she was dating, but it's really hard to maintain our relationship when now we've got two new members in our family.

The house is big, well bigger than my old one. With a big kitchen that mom said is for me and her since we both shared our love for cooking, the living room is on the left, with a lot of photo frames everywhere on the walls. Some of me, others of me and mom, some of Ashton and some of John.

"Do you think the kids like the house?" I hear my mom ask John as they stand in the kitchen.

"I'm sure they will...As soon as we finish the last few things, it's going to be our family house and it'll be amazing" John replies and a small smile forms on my lips as I enter the kitchen with Ashton dragging at my heels.

"My eyes" Ashton says, covering his eyes with his huge hand and mine with the other "Just remember that we're still underage, you shouldn't be kissing in front of us"

"Remove your filthy hands" I cry, pushing his hands down harshly.

"Sorry I was trying to protect your innocence" He says as I pushed my way out.

"So where is my room, mom?" I ask, taking my bag from beside the door.

"Yeah! Dad, might as well show me mine"

"Oh!! Both rooms are upstairs" My mom says, as she enthusiastically grabs John's hand and the lead us up the staircase.

"So we've had this idea" John starts.

"We thought that you'd both want customized rooms" My mom follows in his track "So...we didn't furnish the rooms and we left it all for you"

John pushes open the door on the left and mom pushes over the door on the right revealing two empty rooms. Each of them has a mattress and that's it.

"What the fuck?" Ashton exclaims, his mouth hanging open.

"Yess" My mom cries, clapping her hands like a child on christmas "Wouldn't you have fun doing this like siblings"

"Me and StepJerk?" I cry, a little over my normal voice "No way"

"Come on, it'll be fun"

"Hell no"

"Watch the way you speak, young man" John glares at Ashton "You both are going to work together on your rooms. Make it your own and put your personal touch"

I sigh as they both walk down stairs. My eyes look once upon the curly haired boy, before he goes into his room, throwing himself on the matress and immediatly taking his phone out and snapping a selfie. I roll my eyes and head to my room, throwing myself on the matress and taking my phone out to check my notifications.

Instagram: AshXx has posted a picture

I have no idea why his post notifications are on, but anyways I check the picture. The one he snapped just now "Social Media Bae" I say sarastically, before opening my front camera and snapping a selfie then posting it on my Instagram.

"Can you stop mimicking me?" I hear Ashton calling from his room.

"Shut up"

When I slowly open my eyes, it is dark outside my window. Really dark that I'd say it's passed midnight. My phone tings with a notification and I take it as a chance to check the time. 12:35. Oh God!! I slept all that. My stomach starts aching as it screams for food. I pull my body up and change to some comfortable PJ, before walking downstairs to the kitchen. Opening the fridge, I reach for the turkey and lettuce, grabbing the toast and resting everything on the counter.

"I think you'd need a knife"

"What the fuck, StepJerk?" I scream, clutching on to my chest as if for dear life.

"I didn't mean to scare you. Just thought I could help"

"Well, thanks" I say in a stern tone, grabbing the knife from his hand and cutting the bread "You want some?"

"Please"

"Sure" I nod, handing him the sandwich.

"So where is your father?" He asks as he digs into his sandwich.

"What?"

"I'm sorry, if it's personal. I was just wondering"

I fix my eyes back to making my sandwich, hesitant before letting a sigh out "He was abusive, so my mom got a divorce"

"Oh!" Is all he manages out.

"What about your mother?"

"My father caught her cheating so they had a divorce"

"Shouldn't you be living with your mother then?"

"They had a custody case and he won it after they asked me to choose"

"Weird" I raise an I eyebrow as I take the first bit from my sandwich "Kids perfer their mother over their father"

"Not all cases are the same" Ashton said, dusting his hands off the toast crumbs and jumping off the counter seat "Guess, I'll head to bed since it's past midnight"

"Yeah!"

"Good night, Brianna"

"G'Night, Ashton"

"Not StepJerk?" He exclaims on the change of nicknames "Cool!"

"Good night, StepJerk"