Documenting Love

Chapter 1 - Documenting Love *EDITING*

He slams the front door, as my dad loads his suitcases in the boot of the car. I'm snapped out of my attempt at staring as dad slams the boot firmly closed.

I look up to inspect the being that will be stealing my room for, as far as I'm concerned, way too long. My eyes follow him through the foggy glass. I could lie and say he was the least attractive person I've ever met, but he was easily on the more attractive side of life; black hair as dark as coal, bright blue eyes that contrast with his tan skin and the most amazing set of lips you have ever seen. It was hard not to notice, but I couldn't let his good looks fog my mind. He was stealing my room. The only place I still felt semi-normal.

He climbs into the car, I'm still watching him as he puts his headphones in his ears, scrolling through an extensive list before finally choosing a song. He didn't even look across at me. Fully engrossed in the music that was blasting from his headphones.

When dad told us that we were going to have his mate's son move in with us, it's safe to say that I was the least excited of everyone. We didn't need, and I certainly didn't want another teenager in the house. Yet somehow, I was the one who ended up being in the 'greeting squad'.

As if three teenagers weren't enough. My older brother Neville – who should've moved out already – was still at home. My twin brother Rein, he was a pain in the ass, who never let me forget that I was the youngest. Not to mention Kat Neville's girlfriend who basically lived with us as well. Now we were adding yet another person to the mix, and judging from his lack of communication thus far, he was bound to be another 'troubled' child.

Looking at him now, out of the corner of my eye, he didn't look to be that different from Rein and I. The faint sound of an acoustic cover of a very familiar song

His eyes are so vibrant, but so sad. It was a look I could relate to greatly. I could feel the doubts creeping through my brain about my decision to ignore the pest that was entering my life.

No you're not, get a grip Raffe, I mentally scold myself, This is the person who I stealing away your safe space.

How could I forget the reason why I was being forced to share my room with this person? I lived in the loft. It runs above the whole length of the house. It had been renovated for me when I made the decision that I couldn't bunk with Rein any longer. So I'm the one who gets stuck playing 'good little host' for our new guest, who's name I currently don't even know.

"So how was your holiday, Archer?" My dad speaks way too loudly; the same thing he does whenever I try and block him out by listening to music.

"Good, I guess Mr Woods" he shrugs. It's like he's just woken up, his voice raspy, but clear. Think of the most beautiful voice you have ever heard and then multiply it by ten, and that still probably wont even compare.

What am I saying? Shut up you hate this kid remember.

I take that as my queue to put my headphones in before I'm forced to converse with this guy. You could say I'm not a people person, hence why it was so hard to understand that I was the one being forced to share my room with this guy.

But before I can crank the volume high enough, I hear Mums voice cutting through, all formal and nice.

"Are you going to say Hi honey?" Mum asks gently, she knows how I feel about this little situation, in fact I made sure the whole family knew. As I shouted it from the top of the stairs this morning.

"Hi" I mutter, looking out my window. Eyes glued on the marks on the glass, fighting the urge to look into the mirror that my father was surely looking disappointed in.