|| Loved By My Brother's Bestfriend || A.I Story ||

Chapter One

It was a bright summer Sunday in July, nearly the end of the summer school term before the long vacation. Izzy woke up to the peaceful chirping and singing of the calm nature from outside her window. Checking her phone for the time, the screen blinded her light sensitive eyes; it was 9:15am.

Izzy's POV

I sit up on my average-sized bed and hear my mum call on me from downstairs.

"Isabella!!!"

I groan at my mums use of my full name, Isabella. I hate people calling me by that and all my friends refer to me as Izzy or Bella. After I mentally complain, I kick myself up off my bed and lazily trudge down the stairs into the kitchen.

"I have good news for you!" My mother's cheery voice filled the kitchen, her energetic aura dominating and filling the atmosphere and I can't help myself but smiling. I nod to her, signalling to her that she can tell me as I open the fridge to make myself a glass of strawberry flavoured milk.

"Well, you know how over the past year and a half I go to Australia? Last year, I met someone on my business trip, his name is Andrew and..."

I shoot her a death glare, already sensing what shes going to finish her sentence with.

"Well were engaged now"

I struggle to find any words to speak so I just nod and force myself to smile to her.

"Were moving in with them at the start of the summer holidays, Im so sorry – I shouldve told you sooner Bell-"

"Mum what the actual fuck we cant leave! I have one more year left at school before I leave for college. We cant move to the other side of the world from everything Ive grew up with, I cant leave my friends!" I scream at her and run upstairs and slam my bedroom door and throw myself against it, crying until my eyes are bloodshot from tears.

After about an hour of crying and hyperventilating, I hear my mum knock on my door.

"Izzy, can I come in please?" I hear my mums voice shake with sadness and guilt.

I dont reply to her, but I dry my eyes and get up to open my door to let her in. I sigh as my mum wraps her arms around me.

"I'm so sorry to do this to you and hide it for so long sweetheart I promise you he is a great person and he will never hurt us, okay?"

I hug her back, "It's okay mum, I'm fine. It just shocked me that you've moved on from Dad." I smile at her.

When I was 7, my mum and dad split up from them constantly having arguments and Dad used to drink alcohol a lot and lose his temper with her quickly and easily. My mum had enough of the way he acted to her and me, so she took me and moved out into our new house, which we were now leaving behind. She still loved him, but she left him in protection of her only child.

"Well... Let's not live in the past now Izzy, we have a new life ahead of us and itll be better than what it used to be," my mum lightly kissed my forehead, "I'm sorry I never let you meet Andy before I told you the news..."

"Is there anything I need to know that is important before we move there? I ask her, attempting to make my mum believe I got over the shocking news."

"Umm Andy has a son who is the same age as you, and has the same personality and interests as you His name is Luke and youll be attending the same school as him and his friends."

"Well at least my step brother sounds decent..." I laugh, breaking the awkwardness between us.

As far as I recall, Luke is part of a band with his friends: Michael, Ashton and Calum. She chirps joyously.

I stare at my mother wide-eyed. "A band? What are they called?" I scream in excitement at the sudden thought of being related to someone famous and plaster a Cheshire Cat grin across my face.

"Um, 5 Seconds Of Summer, I think they have no songs out yet, though," my mum laughs.

Well I guess this'll be okay for me, considering my soon to be step brother is – according to my mum – like me and soon to be famous – also according to my mum – then I guess hes going to make my stay at Australia exciting and interesting.

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Three hours later that day, my three best friends; Rebecca, Maxine and Kira came around to my house and we all sit in my room, Becky and Maxi curled into each other and bawling their eyes out from the news.

"What do you mean youre leaving us to go to Australia, Bella?" Kira glared at me, her normal resting bitch face. I swear, if she wasnt one of my besties, I'd punch her square in the nose.

"Kira, it wasnt my decision to move. I don't want to, either, okay? Its just that my mum has met someone new and theyve got engaged and now were moving in with them at the start of the summer break." I look at her, returning her glare.

"We just dont know what well do without you here in Michigan." my two emotional friends hug me tightly, squeezing me to the point I feel like they would never let me go.

"It's okay girls, I'll be coming back whenever I can, and you can come see me whenever you want to." I reassure Becky and Maxi while Kira rolls her chocolate brown eyes and twirls her vibrant red hair around her thin fingers before slipping into our three-way hug.

The house bell chimes as someone knocks on the door and presses the buzzer, my mum shuffling from the kitchen counter to answer the door.

"Maxine, Rebecca, Kira!" I hear my mum squeal from the main door after she opens the door, "Your parents are here!"

"I love you, girls!" I quickly embrace them all before walking with them down to their mums.

"We love you too!" Maxine and Rebecca reply in synchronisation as Kira stares at her black, skull-patterned false nails and mumbles to herself. Once they all step outside and slowly fade into the darkness of the night, after me waving them all long, heart-warming goodbyes, I wander back upstairs into my bedroom and sit on my bed.

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Soon all of this will be gone.

None of this will be with me in a week.

I must start again once we get to Australia.

I'm going to start a new school where no one knows me, just to be bullied.

No one's going to like me there.

My new family are going to hate me.

My life is just going to go straight to shit.

These thoughts haunt my idle mind as I gaze aimlessly at my cream white ceiling. I thought about everything Im going to be leaving home. My room where all my prized possessions belong. My room where all my most special memories with my friends. Id be leaving it all here.

I drag out, from my slowly-falling-apart wardrobe, my extra-large black suitcase and fold up most of my clothes into it; many band t-shirts – like Green Day, All Time Low, Blink-182, Fall Out Boy, My Chemical Romance, and my many pairs of ripped jeans and leggings. Next, I get my cylindrical cardboard box and roll up my band posters, so they dont crease in the suitcase before sliding it in with my clothes.

Yeah, I know, I dont leave until like a week. But its better to start packing early for the big move, I guess. Plus, I need to distract my invasive thoughts before they end up consuming my mind and driving me closer to insanity. After about three or four hours, nearly 3:30am, I end up finishing packing most of my wardrobe. What was left in it was a couple of my tracksuits and my school uniform. I silently groan as I stare at how empty it now is.