Sebastion pulled up in front of an old Victorian style home. My eyes nearly popped out of my head. It was beautiful. Emerson saw my expression and laughed.
They pushed open the door, revealing a grand entrance. I quickly sat down my box and slipped off my shoes.
"If you want to follow me, I can show you where you will be staying until your room is finished. We have the basics, but we want to customize it a bit more before you can officially move into it." The three boys lead to a spare bedroom with a twin sized bed and a few shelves. The walls were covered in beautiful drawings. I sat my boxes down on the floor beside the bed.
"This house is beautiful."
"Thanks. We each got to pick a room to customize to ourselves, pending who would use it the most. Remington got the living room. Sebastion got the kitchen, and I got the random other room that I use as an art studio."
"From what I've seen so far, it all looks amazing. So much better and nicer than the old living situation."
"I'm going to go make something for lunch. Any requests?" Sebastion looked at me.
"I'm fine with whatever." I smiled shyly.
"How about we do sandwiches?" Everyone nodded. Sebastion headed out of the room with a quick smile.
"If you don't mind, I'm going to go try and record that one verse again. Its been bugging me the way my voice cracked." Remington slowly closed the door, leaving me and Emerson alone.
"So, It will probably be about a week until we get your room done, so you can just put your stuff away in here for now."
"Okay. That sounds fine. No need to rush anything. I'm fine staying wherever. I'd even sleep on the lawn if I had to." I picked up a box labeled clothes and start sorting everything on the bed. Emerson shook his head in dismay. "Is everything alright?"
"Where did you get all your clothes?"
"Salvation Army.... Its all I could afford." I pull my jewelry filled shoe box on the bed, sorting through it all.
"Okay, grab your shoes. You and I are going shopping. I can't have my family living in used clothes. You need something that reflects your style." He grabbed my shoes and tossed them to me. He opened the door and ran down to the kitchen. I followed behind quickly.
"Sebastion. We'll be back later. She needs some clothes and jewelry and shoes that fit her personality. I'm not trying to be mean, but her clothes need some serious attention."
"Okay. I'll leave your guy's lunch in the fridge. Have fun and good luck."
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A story for Ma Cherie
Fanfiction16 year old Emma had been living in an orphanage since she was 13. One day, she was in her room listening to her favorite bands, when she was called down to do an adoption interview. She was shocked to see her favorite band sitting in the room. Happ...
