Little Things Change (A SkyDoesMinecraft and DeadloxMC Fanfic)

Chapter 1~ Seattle

I stand on the front step, my bags on either side of my feet. The house seems huge from the outside. I lift my hand up to knock, hesitating.

Then, after another good five minutes, I bring my knuckles to the door and rap on the wood. I hear the bark of a dog inside. I smile softly to myself. I love dogs.

The door swings open, and a boy stands in the frame. He looks a lot like me. Same curly brown hair, same dark brown eyes, same roundish face. The only thing is that he's most definitely taller. I'm only 5'9, and I'll be this height the rest of my life. I was supposed to be taller, but Insomnia kinda cut back on my growing time. But Adam is like 6'.

"Hey, you must be Genny!" he says cheerfully. I let out a sigh of relief inside. Thank god he didn't call me Genevieve. I swear to god.

I smile at him. "That's my name," I say softly, clutching the edge of my skirt. I have social anxiety. It's not always great when I meet new people.

Surprisingly he laughs. "Come on in. Don't worry about Bailey and Milton, they're friendly," he says, and I pick up my bags and carry them inside. The front room is pretty big, and I look around.

"This is a really nice house," I murmur. Then I feel the dogs jump up on my legs. I laugh, bending down and scratching them behind the ears. All dogs love that. When I was little, my fosters had a beagle, but it passed away when I was five.

"Steve, Zach, get your asses down here!" he shouts upstairs. I laugh as a guy about Adam with brown hair and glasses comes racing down the stairs, followed a few moments later by a guy with dark brown hair. I'm assuming that they're friends of Adam's. They both smile at me.

"Hey Genny! I'm Steve," the one with glasses says, holding out his hand. I shake it. God, this is so formal. I hate formal.

"Why does it always have to be awkward meeting new people," I joke. They all laugh at that. Then I notice my feet are starting to hurt.

"Where should I put my shoes?" I ask. Adam points to the small cluttered pile of boots, sneakers, and running shoes that sits in the corner. I laugh.

After taking off the heels, I groan and rub my feet. "I hate heels," I complain. "I'm not even kidding. I prefer converse over anything."

Adam gives me a raised eyebrow. "Then why don't you wear them?" he asks. I sigh, walking back over to them.

"Long story I'd rather not tell right now," I respond shortly, returning to my luggage. "Where'll I be sleeping?"

Adam gestures me to follow him. "I'll show you," he says. I nod, appreciative. I climb up the stairs after him, my suitcase filled with clothes, make-up, jewelry, and shoes in one hand, and a duffle bag filled with personal belonging. Mainly just my laptop, headset, mic, mouse, and a few pictures of my family.

My foster family, not my birth one. That family is long since broken. I have no pictures of my birthmother or father. I don't know how it would have been in my life if he hadn't left me and she hadn't died.

Adam stops in front of a door and tilts her his towards it. "You can stay here. It used to just be a spare room, but I guess you're taking it," he says.

I smile at him. "Thanks," I say, opening the door with my elbow and looking inside. There's a relatively high ceiling, and it's a good sized space. There's a queen-sized bed pushed against the opposite wall, and a dresser is beside the headboard.

On the opposite side of the room, there's a desk that bends with the corner with a roll out chair. It's right beside the window. I set down my bags and walk over, pushing the curtain aside.