Welcome to Beacon Hills
Liam had been listening to the a aggravating sound of his younger twin brothers fighting on and off since they had gotten into their station wagon a little over two days ago. They fought over whose turn it was to sit in the middle, whose turn it was to use the car charger, and who would get the biggest room as soon at they got to their new house. Liam was done with it, and found himself drowning out the noise with Nirvana and AC/DC.
The family of one mother, one stepfather, three teenage boys, a guinea pig, and a German Shepherd bought the house online for an overly cheap price considering it was 7,000 square feet and built in the 1800's. They just assumed it was because it hadn't been inhabited since the 80's and realtors wanted it gone.
"It's your turn to sit in the middle!" Lukas shouted at Dylan, kicking him in the face with his foot.
"Watch out for my piercings, you little shit!" Dylan snapped, slapping his older twin brother over the head.
For identical twins, Dylan and Lukas looked completely different. Lukas was the more normal one of the two. He got decent grades, hung around good kids, always had a clean room. Then there was Dylan. Piercings, bad grades, bad friends, bad attitude.
Liam just rolled his eyes and stared out of the window, thinking about how much he missed New Jersey already. He would do anything to go back and see his friends. He wanted to rewind time and go back to the very second before he had gotten into the accident and ruined his entire life. Maybe he would have re-evaluated his decision in the first place.
"Dylan, if I hear another one of those words come from your mouth, you are grounded," his mother stated, eyeing the long haired boy through the mirror.
"So, have you decided whether or not you'll be trying out for football?" Liam's father asked him from the drivers seat.
"The season already started," Liam sighed, continuing to look out of the window at the trees and cars they passed as they journeyed along the highway.
"I can always call the coach and tell him about how you played on Camden High's team. You were starting quarterback," his father said, merging into another lane that only brought Liam closer to hell.
"No, dad, it's okay. I don't wanna play anyway," Liam said, knowing that the only way he'd play was if it was with his boys. The teammates he had known since he was five, the kids he had won two state championships with.
"I thought you you loved football," his father pouted, turning the car off the highway and onto a main road which would lead them into the small town of Beacon Hills, California.
"I just wanna stay under the radar this year. Get a feeling of what the school's about. I'll play next year," Liam lied. He wasn't going to play even if someone paid him.
"Sounds like a good idea," his father agreed, but secretly wanted to cuss him out for it and tell how stupid it was not to finish off the season.
Finally, the car began to pass small shops and pedestrians. It was a breezy Sunday in October, so kids were riding bikes and skateboards, chasing each other around, going in and out of stores as they pleased, and talking amongst one another. It wasn't very hard to separate the jocks from the nerds, the rebels from the well behaved children, and so on, since they all walked in their own groups.
Seeing all of this only made Liam realize even more that his new, worthless Californian life was beginning.
"Oh, Luke, look over there!" Dylan exclaimed, nudging at Lukas so he could show him a girl walking with an older boy. "She's so hot!" He added, licking his lips.
"Yeah, like she'd ever go for you!" Lukas cackled, and Dylan pushed him right into Liam.
"Stop it, asshole!" Liam grunted, pushing Lukas back into the middle of the car.
"Mom, Liam's swearing!" Dylan told, smirking at Liam devilishly.
Liam's mother turned around in her seat and glared at Liam with the same glare she had been using since the accident. "Liam, please don't start with me right now," she warned.
"Whatever," he mumbled under his breath, unbuckling his seatbelt as the car traveled up a large hill to their new house.
When the car stopped, everyone, accept Liam, got out of it and marveled the houses size. Polo, the German Shepherd, ran over to the front door and began barking.
"Sam, go into the house while I take in some boxes," Liam's father instructed his mother, and she complied with the twins following her.
Most of their things had already been shipped to the house, but his mother was afraid of getting her photo albums and most precious possessions getting delivered to the house by careless movers, so she kept them with her. Liam got out of the car and walked to the trunk to help his father out. He picked up a box and his father noticed how unhappy he was.
"You'll love it here. I promise," his father whispered.
"I just want mom to love me again," he replied, walking away from the car and into the large house.
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