After about 5 days of being annoyed at myself that I didn't see this coming that first day with Cam, I taped the last box of my stuff closed and looked around at my vacant room. I sighed and picked up the remaining boxes and walked down the stairs. The boxes were so much taller then me that I had to lead myself down the stairs by memory, which didn't go very well. I almost missed a step when two large hands caught me. "Hey, Be careful," they said. It wasn't Nash's voice though. It sounded like a somewhat older version of Nash. "Let me help you with that," said the mysterious voice. I let them grab to boxes out of my hands, enough so I could actually see where I was going. "I'm Will, by the way," the now familiar voice said. "I'm Angelina." Will smiled and began walking back down the steps and followed him out to the moving truck. I never got to see this so called "huge" house that my mom and Chad kept rambling on and on about, because apparently, I was supposed to be "pleasantly surprised." Four boys and 1 girl in this "huge" house was not going to be fun at all, I could tell you that. Levi was already in the car waiting for me to pack my stuff in the moving van so we can finally leave. He just wanted to get out of this house, and leave all the haunting memories behind. For a 9 year old, I have to say, Levi knew a lot, he just chose not to understand any of it. After Will helped me put the boxes in the moving truck, he looked over at me. I guess he saw the nervous look on my face, because he gave me a genuine look and said, "Don't worry. Maybe this will be a good thing. I mean, us boys won't drive you too crazy, I hope." I gave him a sweet smile, with a dash of fake in it and said, "Try telling that to your brother." I walked away and got into the backseat of my car, and sighed, still thinking about what Will said. My mom trurned around in the drivers seat to look at me. "You okay?" she asked me. I put on the fakest smile I could manage and nodded. "You ready?" she said. Still smiling, I said "As ready as I'll ever be."
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Step-Brother? Not Really
Fanfiction16, year old Angelina, isn't your normal teenage girl that goes out and parties everyday. Instead that would be describing her mom, who makes Jelly stay home and watch her little brother, every single night so she is able to go out to the bar. Sure...