Stepbrother (Dave East)

Who's Indy?

I looked out the car window listening to a Partynextdoor song playing through my AirPods. I hated this car ever since I've been forced to be put in it, my moms new boyfriend Mike is helping us move our things from our home in Ohio to his place in Detroit. I know my mom's happy with him but I really miss my dad, he's my best friend and we did everything together, he had his issues of lying about his feelings towards my mom and I know every relationship has their problems but my mom made it worse by cheating on my dad with this new guy.
I hated her for it but I couldn't blame her for wanting to be happy, I know I'd hate it if I was forced to be with someone I don't feel love for or at least not in love with anymore, it's not fair to either person. I'm just really not looking forward to a new school in my last year of high school. Mom says I'll have Dave to show me around and help me get comfortable.
Dave is Mike's son, hes about a year older than me but we'll be in the same grade due to his personal situations I couldn't care less about. I don't want to live with him either but I shouldn't really judge, I've never actually met him or his baby sister, but Mike thinks we'll all get along fine.

As we get to the house I'm more than ready to take a long nap, that car ride was irrie as hell. The house looks modern and pretty big from the outside, so I could only imagine how big it is on the inside. "Liyah, go grab your bags from the trunk please!", my mom yells from outside the car with plenty of her stuff in hand. I sigh and get up, stretching out all my stiff bones. As I go to the trunk, a hand reaches down to my suitcase the same time as me, I look up and see a very tall man standing over me, Dave. "I got it ma, go head", I said thanks and moved out the way, he's really handsome.
A lot of tattoos like me, has to be like 6'5, he's really built and smells like weed and cologne. I followed him into the house, "Your room is beside mine, I'll take you up just lemme get the rest of the bags, okay?", I nodded my head and sat at the stairs. He seems really nice, or he's just doing it because he kinda has no choice, either way I'm okay with it, it's better than him being an ass as the first impression.
He came back with more bags and placed them by the stairs, "Which ones are yours ma?", I pointed at my two purple suitcases and my big ass black duffel bag . "Grab a suitcase I got the other two", I did as told and picked up my suitcase. As we walked up the stairs he told me to turn left and go down the hall then go left again, so I did. He put my stuff down and opened the door for me, I walked in.

This shit is nice as hell, it was simple yet my style. I was happy to see a nice big bed and dressers. "Yea, my pops wanted you to have everything you needed." I looked over at him as he brought my stuff in. I sat on my bed and had a small smile on my face, this is going good so far. Dave came over and sat beside me pulling a bag out his pocket.
"You smoke?", I looked at the weed and smirked, "Yes. As a matter of fact I love to smoke, but if it's that spliff shit you can keep it, I prefer blunts", he looked over at me with a surprised expression and laughed. "Damn ma, okay I like that", he said while pulling out blunt wraps.
I smiled and looked down at my Air Forces, I kicked them off and sat Indian style on my bed. I could really get used to calling it my bed, comfy as hell. Dave finished rolling his blunt and took out a torch-lighter and sparked it up, he took a couple hits before passing it to me, I kindly accepted and took a nice long pull, I leaned my head back and let the smoke fill my lungs, it felt good as fuck like his weed really hittin'. I took three more pulls before handing it back to him, closing my eyes enjoying the high that was coming on, "Okay, you can definitely hang cause I don't know no females round here that can pull like that and not gasp for air", I could tell he was getting smacked the way his voice went a bunch of octaves lower, that and his eyes being red as fuck.