Lockwood and co Highschool AU

ch 4

George's pov

"You're what?!?!" My mom had just  told me that that weird girl from school was going to be living with us for a while.
    
"She needs a safe place to stay, and the Lockwoods' don't have a room for her, you can put up with having her stay here."
    
"She already seems to hate my guts though, I tryed to talk to her at school and she just ignored me."
    
"Stop complaining George, you need to learn how to have a conversation with people even if they don't like you." Dad said.
    
"And she seems like a good kid, she's just had a rough life-we found her half conscious, with her hands tyed behind her and tape over her mouth. You wouldn't want to talk to just anyone if you went through crap like that." Mom chimed back in.
    
"Fine, I'll try to be nice, it's not like me being against it will stop you guys any way."
     
"There's that too. Now can you help me move some of these boxes?"
    
"Sure, but you do realize the bed isn't set up right?"
    
"Sweetheart a intact mattress on the floor is still better then what she had."
    
"Really?"
    
"Yes, now help me get this room somewhat livable."
    
"Yes mom." After a few minutes we had the room mostly cleared of boxes. Then there was a knock on the door, mom got it and a whole new weird part of my life began. I was now living with a girl in the house, might as well try to make her feel welcome.
"Hey, your name is Lucy right?" She nodds. "I'm George." This seems like it's gunna be a lot of one sided conversations.

3rd pov

Lucy wasn't sure if he was actually trying to be nice, or if his mom just told him to be, but either way it was a awkward situation. "I kind of pick that up earlier..." She said.
    
"Oh, yes, I forgot that Lockwood used my name. You want me to show you your room?"
    
"Sure, thanks."
    
"So, I thought that Holly chick said you have a huge family, why aren't you with them?"
    
"They all ran away to different places, I haven't seen or heard from most of them in years."
    
"Oh... sorry, I guess I just figured that you kept in touch."
    
"Well most people do when their siblings move out, but they didn't want mom or dad to find them." He stops and opens a door.
   
"This is your room." Lucy looks in with wide eyes.
   
"You're kidding me right?"
   
"No."
   
"It's huge!"
   
"Not really my room in my old house was bigger."
   
"Not just the room, but the bed and the window."
    
"Well a small bed in a big room doesn't make much sence."
    
"This is like the size of the living room at my house though."
    
"Really? It looks like ut would ha e a bigger living space.... Well I'll let you be." He said leaving.
    
Lucy layed down on the big bed that was now hers, just feeling the softness. After a while if just laying there a little light orange and white cat jumped up on the bed and scream-meowed at her. The cat seemed to be full grown, but was still fairly small, it was mostly orange, with a white belly and perfectly white paws, it appeired to be a girl (it had a heart pendent hanging down from her light pink collar). "Hi little kitty." She got another scream-meow in return, she pet the little thing for a while and slowly fell asleep.
    
When dinner was ready Mr. Cubbins was sent to go get her, when he stick his head in she was still asleep. "Just wake her up the poor thing needs to eat."
    
"Martha she seems like she needs her rest."
     
"Just go wake her up."
     
"Ooookaaaayyyy..." He walks back in and trys to gently shake her awake. It works but, she eqmmeditly freaks out. "Woah, hey it's ok, you're safe here."
    
"Sorry." She said flinching.
    
"Nobody here will ever intentionally hurt you. Come eat some dinner."
    
"Thanks." She said quietly and followed him to the dinning room.
     
"Hello dear, how are you feeling?" Mrs. Cubbins said sweetly.
    
"I'm feeling alright, my head doesn't hurt nearly as bad." She said sitting down.
    
"That's good, I was thinking that we could go over and get some of your stuff from the house. I already got permission for you to do so."
    
"I probably do need to grab my school stuff and some cloths that actually fit me."
    
"Ok, we'll head over after dinner." They ate in relative silence, the occasional asking to pass food or how they're day was, but that was it. Lucy felt hungry but could only eat a little it was as if her body was not capable of eating more, even though she was (almost litterly) starving. As planned after dinner they went across the street and got her stuff.
    
George walkes into the house and immediately understood what they were taking about. The first room was tint and had several rooms comming into it. It had a ripped up old couch and trash all over the place. Lucy led them to her room, easily navigating all of the disgusting things on her way. George screamed as he saw rat at his eye level. Lucy just grabbed a broom and wacked its head, then pushed it off the shelf.
    
"Nobody should be this accustomed to this life." George mumbles.
    
"No guy should be that scared of a rodent." Lucy says aloud. "Not even your mom was scared of it."
    
"Yeah, but she goes through places like this on a regular basis."
    
"But you're a guy, if you can't look at a rat, you're gunna pass the crap out when you dissect something in Bio."
    
"We have to dissect something?"
    
"Yep!"
    
"Eeww."
    
"Enough, let's just get your cloths and school stuff and head back out." They go into her room and start grabbing her things.
    
"Why is everything in such bad shape?" George asks.
    
"Well when your parents are abusive drug addicts, you can't exactly expect them to keep the house clean."

A/n I'm so sorry I haven't updated this sence october! I'll try to make it more frequent