Emmalyn in College | discontinued

My Bad Boy Stepbrother 2

A/N: I was set against making a prequel or sequel but some people convinced me otherwise. Here is the sequel! The thing was that I thought a sequel may ruin the story. More is less? I hope I don't end up realizing a sequel was actually a bad idea...haha well enjoy!

And can anybody think of a better name then My Bad Boy Stepbrother Two? I'm stuck on what to make it :|

Emmalyn POV:

"You ready?" Sunny peeks into my room, his blond locks covering his eyes. I have the urge to grab a pair of scissors and give him a haircut. He was growing his hair out to see if he liked it. So far, he liked it.

"Yeah, I think I have everything I need." I glance around my room which looks like a disaster struck it. Then again, it always looked like that.

"Are you sure? I'm not going to drive you back here." He grabs my boxes and loads in into his truck.

"Honey," my mom calls out to me from the front door. She stands teary-eyes with my dad. Oh no, they're going to have the sad goodbye speech.

"Yes mom?" I walk on over.

"My baby is growing up!" My mom starts crying. She hugs my body tightly. For a skinny lady, my mom is stronger than she looks.

"Don't hog her all to yourself," my dad grumbles and shifts around. He softens as I look at him.

"Dad," my mom lets go of me so I can hug him. "I'll miss you too." He engulfs me in his strong arms for a long time. Then, he places me at arm distance.

"Now remember," my dad looks straight into my eyes. "Don't drink and drive. Make sure that if you do drink at a party you always pour your own drink. Don't walk by yourself at night. Don't ever drop your guard if you're around a guy. Don't forget the training I've given you..."

"Yes, I know." I smile. "You don't need to worry. Sunny is going to be there too."

At the mention of his name, my mom tears up some more. "Both of my babies are leaving me! I'll come visit you two whenever I can." If she had a tissue, I'm sure she would be blowing into it and crying .

"Mommmm," I drawl out. "This is his senior year in college; you cry every year." I sigh. I love her; I really do.

"Now, your brother is quite reckless, irresponsible, and stupid sometimes-"

"I heard that!" Sunny yells from outside.

"-so you need to take care of him too. Keep a close eye on him," my dad finishes. "That boy just brings trouble everywhere he goes. We all know how he is." He lightens up a bit and chuckles.

"I'm too young to have grandchildren yet," my mom sniffles in addition, "so make sure Sunny always uses a condom."

"Ew gross mom!" I wrinkle my nose in disgust. "I don't need to know nor want to know about Sunny's sexual activities."

Honk! Honk!

"That boy is impatient," my dad chuckles. "I wonder why he loves that college so much."

Chicks and parties probably.

"I love you guys lots. I'll keep in contact okay? Call me if you need to contact me!" I kiss and hug them one last time before leaving.

*****

"You ready for the best time of your life?" Sunny beams as he pulls into my dormitory.

"Yes?" I say with doubt. I ended up attending USC, though UCLA was my dream school. Still, I do like USC-I just like UCLA more. I was crushed when I didn't get accepted there. Still, it's not the end of the world.

"Don't worry," Sunny pats my head. "You have the best freshmen dormitory; I lived there so it has to be. I know a lot of people around the campus so they will love to help you too." He chatters enthusiastically.

"Okay," I nod, a little disoriented. I'm trying to take in all the people roaming around and yelling.

"Have you meet your roommates?" My brother asks. We start carrying everything outside the truck. Immediately, a group of people come toward us. I stare at them suspiciously; they better not steal anything.

"It's fine. They're the welcoming committee." Sunny nudges me.

"Oh," I feel stupid. "And yes I have texted them and stuff. We haven't really bonded since the two of them were traveling during the summer. Didn't I show you a picture or something?"

"Nope," he shrugs. "Are they hot?"

I flick his forehead. He would care about that more.

"It was an honest question!" He laughs and leans away from me.

"Sure you are," I roll my eyes. "I'll go to my room first. You do the other stuff." I leave him standing there with all my belongings.

I'm glad I have the first floor. It's much more convenient. I walk down the hallway, passing by some doors already heavily decorated. There are more guy rooms than girls; that worries me. I stop at the front of my plain door. Inserting my key, I twist the knob and enter the room.

There is a boy in my room.

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a/n

We shall leave it there haha

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