Something Different -M&M Fan Fiction

Part 3

"Different" -Part 3

My parents are leaving tomorrow.

2 weeks left for Christmas holiday.

Ugh.

I'm just looking forward.

Dad: Morning sweety.

I continued brushing my hair, siting on the bed and watching TV.

Dad: Come downstairs. The person who will help you is downstairs.

Me: No kidding. How is she?

I stood up, following my dad.

Dad: Well... Actually something unexpected happened.

Me: What do you mean?

Dad: Alright. That woman is a good friend with your mother. And we trust her.

Me: Okay and?

Dad: She said that she won't come to help you because she has two more children including a very young girl.

Me: What does that mean? But she said-

Dad: Her son will come instead.

Me: Oh oh wait. Son? It's a man? And what if he's-

I saw a boy sitting on the sofa.

He had blonde hair, he was tall and he was kinda shy.

Dad: Come here. This is my daughter. She's 4 years younger than you. Her name is-

Me: Y/N.

Boy: Nice to meet you.

He smiled.

I didn't.

Boy: I'm Martinus.

Me: I don't remember asking you.

He didn't expect that.
Asshole.

My dad looked at me and then we sat down all together.

Loren and mum were there too.

Loren was impressed.

She liked him.

Dad: Okay Martinus. We'll show you the house and the room you'll stay.

Me: You'll leave us alone with a stranger?

Mum; He's NOT a stranger. He's the new member of the family. He's very good at cooking and cleaning. And you'll be kind with him. He'll be like your brother.

Me; Can I talk to you, Martinius?

He was kinda shy but he stood up and we went in the kitchen.

Martinus; It's Martinus, by the way.

He smiled.

Me; Really? Oh. Actually I don't care.

He got offended.

Martinus; I'm here to help you.

Me; I do not need your help.

Martinus; You do, Y/N.

Me; We're not friends. Don't call me "Y/N". And don't you dare come to my room. Or touch me.

Martinus; I'm not here to flirt with you.

Me: And I'm not here to argue with you. I'm just warning you.

Martinus; Whatever. I'm not gonna bother.

I nodded.

Me: Let's see.
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//Annie💛