We pull into the driveway and look at the big ass house. It's white of course, there's flowers planted all over. My aunt unbuckles and gets out silently and I follow her, this is the longest I've seen her quiet. She leads my up a stair case and into an empty room.
"Here, decorate it, do whatever." She says smiling.
I walk in adoring the big room, the bed looks comfortable and the amount of windows are perfect. I drop my suitcase by the door and walk around the plain room.
"Can I paint the walls?" I ask.
She looks at me unsettled, "Only one color and it has to be done by a professional."
I roll my eyes and plop on the big bed with the white blanket. Once my horrible mother sends me my room decorations and belongings it'll feel more... like home. For now this room will stay plain, I stand and begin to unpack my suitcase into the closet.
"Emily!" I hear my aunt call.
I hate when she calls me Emily. She never listens though.
Continuing to ignore her I play with my nails while laying back on my bed. The door creaks opens making me sit up.
"Emily, I called you." She says.
"Ummm... I don't know who Emily is." I say holding my smirk.
She rolls her eyes, "Emma."
I nod and stand, "Yeah?" I ask being a smart ass.
"Get down stairs there are a few kids I asked to show you around school." She says.
I cross my arms, "I can learn myself." I say.
"You need friends so get your ass downstairs." She says smiling.
I sigh and walk past her down the stairs to where two people stand. A girl with blonde hair and a guy with blonde hair as well. They both stand like robots and smile, I arch a brow at the people.
"Hey, I'm Lisa." The girl says.
"And I'm Cole." The guy says smiling.
I don't speak as I examine the two, they look similar in a weird way.
"Siblings?" I ask.
"Nice eye." Lisa says smiling.
I nod and stand awkwardly, "The other one couldn't make it." My aunt adds.
"He's not related to us." Cole says.
"So what am I supposed to do?" I ask.
"Choose one to show you around." My aunt says shrugging.
They nudge each other as if they're fighting over me. I smile at the site, just then the door opens and a guy rushes in. I can automatically tell he isn't related to the two in front of me. He smiles and stands next to the two.
"Sorry, I'm Ben." He says in his surprising enlish accent.
"Why're you late?" My aunt asks.
"I... had problems." He mumbles looking at the ground.
"Yeah, daddy issues." Lisa mumbles.
I almost want to slap this bitch. For the first part of knowing her I thought she was descent but I can just tell what kind of bitch she is.
"What problems?" I ask genuinely.
He looks down at me, "Umm... family."
"Daddy." Lisa coughs.
I smack her face and stare at her unable to believe her. she looks at me shocked and so does the two guys and my aunt.
"What the fuck?" She asks holding her cheek.
"Shush." I say looking back at Ben.
"It doesn't matter." He mutters.
"We'll talk later." I say.
The two siblings look at me in surprise, "You're choosing him?"
I nod and look to my aunt, "Wow." She says.
Ben stands with a small smile, "Cool."
The blonde heads leave, my aunt has Ben stay to talk about school with me.
"How about you guys go talk and I'll be here." My aunt says.
"Okay." Ben says walking upstairs.
We walk into my room and sit on my bed, "So?, you're new."
"Yeah." I sigh, "I kind of don't want to be."
"What? why?" He asks.
"I was forced here but I do want to be here." I say getting confused with myself, "It's difficult."
He looks at my bare arms and furrows his eyebrows, "What... happened to your... wrists?"
I quickly place my hand on my wrist and shake my head, "So how long have you been here?" I ask.
"Oh... about two years." He says still looking at where my hand is placed.
"Cool." I say trying to make him stop.
"You... are you..." He stutters.
I stand and walk to my closet and take my shirt off then pull a long sleeve over my head.
"Woah!" I hear him call... "I... can leave."
I turn around, "Relax, I was just switching shirts."
I pull the sleeves down and make sure they cover my wrists. He looks up at me with a worried expression. What the hell would he know about me or my scars? I shake the thought and continue to talk about school.
When we walk back downstairs he looks over to me, "I'll a... see you at school."
"You aren't picking her up?" My aunt asks.
"I... I can." He says turning to me.
"It's okay, I'll walk." I say.
"No... I'll be here at seven." He says walking out the door.
"Do you like him?" My aunt asks.
I roll my eyes, "Sure.... as a tour guide."
How could I like him in any other way than that? I mean, his questions and constant gaze intrigues me but I don't like him. Not yet anyway.
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The fears we share
Romance"I'm so broken!" I yell. "I am too, but we can put each other back together." He says taking my hand. "You're only cracked, my life is so fucked up." I say. "Listen. We can get through this." He says. I pull him in and hug him hard. I know if he's h...
