Crown-less Kings

Welcome to the neighborhood

*Hi, hey, little warning pls pay attention, thx. This book will deal with themes that may be triggering to people such as rape and homophobic terms. Pls, read at you're own risk. Also pls enjoy*

"Are we done yet?" Sheppard whines, taking a box from dad. 

I agree with his questions, more than I should, but I wasn't about to say anything first. That way, when dad yells at him to shut up and take the boxes inside, I won't get in trouble since I was merely nodding. 

"Take your box inside and stop whining," Ding-ding-ding! There's the scolding!

"We're almost done in the truck then we have to start unpacking before dinner," Mom comes outside and takes another box from me.

I groan and slide Rubbermaid towards the end of the truck bed. I swear all I did the past month was pack, and now I get to unpack all the hard work. 

Finally, we're done and I find mom in the kitchen. She has the Walmart bag we got an hour outside of town. She pulls out one of the boxes of brownies she wouldn't let us open and turns to me.

"Take these next door and introduce us as the neighbors to the right. I'll do the left."

My eyebrows shoot up as I hesitantly take the box, "Uh, shouldn't you and dad do it together? Since you're the ones renting the house, not your eldest son?"

"My eldest son is part of the family, isn't he?" 

I roll my eyes and mutter under as I leave, "Yes, let's send the overly gay son around in the small town all by himself."

There's one car in the driveway, grass partially dead and pitiful flower in a pot next to a worn welcome mat. The door is cool against my knuckles as I knock. My eyes take in the rest of the neighborhood, all the houses looking relatively the same.

No one has answered the door, so I knock once more for good effect. They can't possibly think they can hide with a car in the driveway. 

I blink, weirdly surprised by the door opening. Leaning in the doorway is an overly bored hot boy. Tall, and slim, his dark hair hangs almost over his increasingly uninterested eyes. I swallow, internally wishing our neighbor wasn't so hot.

"Yes?"

I quickly recover and offer the box of brownies, "Hey, I mean, hi. I'm here to represent the Bush family, we moved in next door," I jab a thumb towards our new house.

His eyes briefly drop to the box, before flicking back to mine, "Uh-huh."

"Well, uh, my mom just told me to come over and say hi," I lick my lips and readjust the weight on my feet. His intimidating expression makes standing here ever so much more nerve wrecking.

He sighs, and snatch the box out of my hand, "Well, tell your mommy James King said hi," The promptly slams the door.

I stand there, blinking. What just happened? I stare at the red front door that was just closed, still a little shocked. 

Finally, my mind comes back to me and I scurry back to the house. Dad's trying to set up the router and Mom has just gotten back from the other neighbors. Sheppard's probably in his room setting up his 'gaming setup'.

"How were the neighbors?" Mom see's me first, and dad barely glances up at me.

"Um, it was alright." I figure I probably shouldn't relay James King's message.

"Good, our other neighbor's are called the Henrys. They have chickens in the spring, isn't that funny?" Mom looks happy so I nod.

"Cute," I dig in the Walmart bag, looking for substance.