I Knew You We're Trouble

I knew when he walked in that my life was changing by the minute. In walked a 6'4 boy who looked more like a fully grown man than any 17 year old. From what I could see tattoos were scatered up his arms to who knows were else. His tan skin and muscular build made him look tough and stern. By the time I finished gawking at the boys body in front of me and finally reach his face it was almost as great as the rest. His eyes were a creamy milk chocolate brown filled with flecks of many shades. His lips were a soft light pink that if I was crazy I would of kissed right there. As I watch his lips they slowly turn up into the most incredible smirk. "Done gawking at me?" the boy in front of me asked. "Uh... Oh. Hi, I'm Kiana." I finally stumbled out. "I know. I got informed all about you on the way over. They kind of have to since we will be living together, you know?" Conintuing his words was my minor heart attack when I rememered why he was here. Trey Collins, the new foster child my parents decided to take in. This incredible droll worthly boy in front of me was going to be living with me for the next year.