"We're here," the driver said, slowing to a stop in front of two story house. It was light blue with white trim, and there was bushes scattered around its landscape. Before I could blink, a whole family walked out. A balding man with a slight gut was followed by a a blonde, slim framed woman with a bit too much eye makeup on. Then followed a tall boy, probably older than me by a year with skinny jeans and a Daughtry shirt. Next, an average height girl with long blonde hair and a blue dress on and oxfords. girl the same height with pixie cut golden brown hair, shorts, a tank and a pair of converse, and a short boy who looked around 7 or 8 in a dinosaur shirt and shorts. They looked like the normal family.
"Ready?" I asked, my nerves being the only real emotion.
"I guess," Cody moaned.
I unlocked my doors, sliding out and turning to grab my bag. I walked around to the back where Cody was unloading his suitcase. I pulled the handle, the suitcase barely budging. I let out a "hmph" when I felt another hand grab it from me and yank it off, setting it on the ground. I looked to see Cody and gave him a small smile, "Thanks."
"No problem," he said with a shrug, "Sorry bout earlier."
I was a little taken aback, but relied, "Its no prob. I was a little grumpy from the plane ride."
He gave me a small smile back, but we were interrupted by a high pitched women's voice, "Hi guys! Welcome to Virginia!"
We both shared a pained look, along with a little laugh as we turned around and were face to face with the family. The woman with the over exaggerated makeup was the one who spoke, "I'm Rachel, and this is my husband Mark."
I shook their hands with a smile, "It's nice to meet you., I'm Jordan"
"Same to you," Rachel said, grinning so wide, I thought her face would split. "Gosh, your just so gorgeous!"
I felt my cheeks warm. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Cody looking at me, but I didn't get enough time to read his expression. Though, he was introducing himself to Mark.
"Thank you," I said, looking back at Rachel.
"So, I would like you to meet our kids," she said, gesturing to the three behind her. She pointed to the tall guy, "This is Tyler."
He gave a small wave and smile, "Hey, I'm 17."
I awkwardly waved back, smiling. He was cute, gimme a break!
"This is Elaine,," she said, pointing to the girl in the blue dress.
"I'm 15 and most people just call me Lane," she said, giving me a nervous smile. I nodded, giving her a small smile.
"And this is Jordan," she said, pouring to the girl with the pixie cut.
"Hey, same!" I laughed, feeling a little bit more comfortable.
"Cool! Though, people like to call me Danny, and I am 10," she said, nodding.
"And this is Dustin," she pointed to the little boy.
I bent down, giving him a smile and a wave, "Hi! I'm Jordan!"
He giggled and ran, grabbing around my torso in a hug.
"Awww," I cooed, rubbing his head, his short brown hair was so soft. "You're so adorable."
He raised his little hands, wanting me to pick him up. I oblidged and pulled him up, letting him wrap his legs around my waist.
"Hi," he giggled, hiding his mouth with his hand.
"Hi," I smiled, cooing to him, "How old are you, Dustin?"
"6," he showed me on his fingers.
"Oh, 6?" I said, "You're such a big boy!"
He only giggled some more and wrapped his arms around my neck, laying his head on my shoulder.
"He really likes you," Mark laughed and I turned to him.
"I love kids," I smiled and rubbed Dustin's back.
Cody came up to me, smiling and looking at Dustin.
I whispered into the little boys ear, "Hey Dustin."
He lifted his head, "What?"
"Can you say hi to Cody?" I asked, glancing at Cody. He looked kinda sad, but really happy at the same time.
"Hi Cody," Dustin swiveled his head and smiled at him.
"Hi Dustin," Cody waved.
"Oh my gosh!" I turned to see Elaine freaking out, he eyes bugging out of her head and a huge smile plastered on her face, "You're Cody Simpson!"
"Yup, love," he smiled at her, "Are you an angel?"
"Yes! Oh my gosh! I love your music!" she yelled.
"Aw, well do you want a hug?" He asked, opening his arms slightly.
She didn't even think or speak. She just ran into him and attacked him in a hug. He chuckled at the little girl excitement, and I couldn't help but giggle myself. It was so adorable how starstruck she was.
"Well, would you like to go inside?" she asked.
"Sure, let me just gra-" I tried reaching for my suitcase but Tyler grabbed it for me.
"I got it," he said, giving me another smile.
"Oh, thanks," I said, adjusting the strap of my bag on my shoulder and them bracing Dustin against my hip.
"Here, I got yours Cody," Mark said, grabbing his suitcase. He looked like he was about to object, but decided against it. He instead grabbed his other bag and his guitar case. Mark and Rachel led the way, the kids, Cody and I following behind.
Once we were inside, Tyler set down my suitcase by the stairs and the kids split off their own ways, but Dustin, of course, wanted to stay with me. He was just so cute, I couldn't say no.
"Alright, Cody, follow me to your room and Jordan, follow Rachel," Mark said. I watched as he led Cody up the stairs, turning left at the top. Rachel picked up my suitcase and lifted it up the stairs. I followed and we turned right at the top, walking down the hall and into a room. It had dark red walls with lights draped along the edge of the ceiling. The bed was a queen size, with silver swirls running along the comforter and pillows. It was so pretty. She laid my suitcase on the floor at the end of the bed, quickly excusing herself so I could unpack and telling me to meet downstairs in an hour. I tugged at the zipper, sighing as I thought about what was to come the next couple weeks.
"Here is you room," Mark set down my suitcase by the door, "I will let you get settled and everything. Just come downstairs in an hour so we can go over some rules. I know its late, but we'd rather be able to start of first thing tomorrow."
I just nodded and slung my guitar and backpack onto the bed. I heard the door click shut. I dragged my suitcase over to the bed, unzipping it and starting to unpack. As I put my clothes away, I kept thinking about little Dustin. He reminded me so much of Tom, it was insane. I felt homesick all of the sudden, and it made me so sad to think of how horrible of a brother I was. I mean, I had never done anything wrong to Tom, ever, but still. I wasn't the best role model.
I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair. Once I finished unpacking, I grabbed the small bottles of alcohol, glancing around the room for a safe place to hide them. Closet... dresser... mattress...
No. No. Nuh uh.
I spotted a vase filled with flowers. Hmmm.
I walked over checking to see if they were real or not. Yup, they were real. Oh well, if they think I have cigarettes, do they think I would put them in a vase of water? If they're dumb enough.
I tucked the few bottles into the vase, making sure it looked untouched. I sighed in relief and stowed my suitcase under the bed. I check my phone. I still had twenty minutes. Hm, some guitar maybe?
I unlatched its case and pulled it out, making sure it was tuned and unharmed. I pulled a pick from my pocket and let my fingers graze over the fret board. One strum, and I was hooked. I just sat there and let my hands mindlessly play, not a care at all.
I glanced at the clock next to my bed, seeing it was time to go down stairs. I slipped off my shirt, putting TJ's jersey on instead, and then a big hoodie over that. I shoved my phone in the pocket and slipped off my boots. I tracked back through the hall and down the stairs, but before I got to the bottom, I heard something.
I listened closer and figured out it wa s guitar. I walked back up and followed the sound, coming to a door that was closed. I decided against opening it and just pressed my ear against it. I could hear soft singing, not really recognizing it. I gave up on listening and decided to head back downstairs.
I didn't see anyone in the front so I decided to look around. I took the first right and found myself in the living room. Lane was on the couch, watching... Criminal Minds!
"Hey, I love this show!" I said, my eyes instantly glued to the tv as Reed appeared onscreen.
"I know right, Garcia and Morgan really need to get together," she said, naming the two of the best characters.
"Oh my god, yeah they do! Reed is just so amazing too," I said, standing there like an idiot as I practically drooled over him.
I soon remember why I had come down and turned to Lane, "Where's your mom?"
"Uh, in the kitchen," she said and pointed to the doorway on the right of the couch she was sitting on, "Through there, and take the left in the dining room."
I glanced back at the clock and noticed I should have been downstairs five minutes ago. Oh well.
I put my guitar back in it's case and walked out, down the stairs and followed the sound of voices, until I came to a kitchen. Jordan was sitting at a small table, Mark and Rachel across from her. They seemed to be bickering about something...
I know that Cody hasn't been in it very much, but just be patient. He will be:) Love you girlies!
Oh, and I posted this story on quotev (my first story on there(: ) and I also posted photos of the characters. So... wanna see them? story/2292678/Strictly-for-Love/5/