I open my eyes to see the blinding sun, and my head throbs. I wish I'd have Advil in here last night. I look on the bed side table and sure enough there are two tablets there and a glass of water. I smile and turn on my other side to see the bare blonde goddess baking in the sunlight under my bed covers.

It was a good night.

Suddenly a buzzing fills the room on the other side of Sophie. She stuffs her head further into the pillow and scoots closer to me.

"Make it stop?" She groans and I smile. I prop myself up on my elbow to reach over and retrieve my cell phone. The time says 7:30 and the text from my dad reads:

"On our way home. We have a surprise."

That was one hour ago.

"Damn it." I curse and, quiet literally, jump out of bed causing Sophie to sit straight up and clutch the sheets to her chest.

"My parents are almost home and the house is trashed." I rush around my room to get dressed, but Sophie stays in bed a with a small smile on her beautiful lips.

"What?" I ask. It probably comes out a little more irritated than I meant for it to be, but her expression doesn't waver.

"What does last night mean? Like, for us?" I sigh and crawl onto the bed so we are eye level.

"Your mine." I capture her lips with mine then pull away sooner than both of us would like. "I'm going to try to go clean up a bit, if you want you can get dressed and come help or leave, I'm sure your dad's worried." I ramble on only causing her smile to grow.

Not only is it a normal smile, but she obviously has some plan forming in her head. To my complete and utter shock, she tears the coves off, exposing her bare body, and she sashays to the bathroom.

"I think I'll just wait for you in here." She winks, closing and locking the door.

Damn.

I take a deep refreshing breath before walking out to the living room, and I start picking up beer bottles, cups, and articles of clothing.

I look around and thankfully there are no body's folded over or stuffed in corners. I don't know what happened after I found Sophie because...I didn't want to leave the bed once she got me in it. I'm sure my sister helped clear the place out-

"Where's Phoebe?" I ask to my self just as a door clicks open.

"What the hell!"

I guess my parents are home. I don't bother to rush to the door, I know my dad will find me. I hear sets of feet make their way to me on both sides.

To the left, Sophie emerges from the hall in a tank top and a pair of pajama pants. I guess she too some of Phoebe's clothes from the laundry room. On my right, my father comes barreling around the corner.

"Theodore Raymond Grey!"

I look up to see my father's enraged face and for once, I have no appropriate come back for him. Just as I open my mouth to explain everything to him, another pair of feet round the corner. This time smaller than my dad or mom's. I look up from the feet and see a small boy about five years old with reddish hair and tan skin. I've never seen him before.

"Who's this?" I hear Sophie's voice from behind me but continue staring at the boy. He obviously feels uncomfortable as he takes a cautious step behind my mother.

"Sophie, I think it would be best if you leave." Dad instructs. I hear a a few cups and trash rattle around before Sophie walks past me and to the front door. Neither of my parents turn to watch her leave. My father's eyes stay on me. Sophie stops at the door to turn and mouth "call me" before she finally leaves the house.

"Teddy why the- " My dad stops mid-sentence to look behind him at my mother and the boy attempting to hide behind her. He seems to be thinking his next words through carefully. After he decides what to say he takes a step closer me and I shuffle on my feet. I don't remember my father's temper every being this bad and directed at me nonetheless.

He must be on his man period or something.

"What the hell happened here?" He hisses. I glance at my father for a split second before looking back at my mother and the boy.

"Who is this?" I ask again, avoiding my father's question. He sighs running a hand through his hair, looks back at my mom, then back to me.

"Please tell me your sister's here." I shrug and finally look away from the boy.

"Last time I saw her she was with Alexander." I answer honestly and watch from the corner of my eyes as my mom leads the little boy to the dinning room and helps him to sit in the chair. My dad turns around and stops short. I follow his line of sight and see Alexanders shoes sitting by the door. I can already tell what is going through my father's head, even before he takes off to my sisters room. I stay on his tail all the way to her room, and I nearly shit my pants when he almost breaks the door off it's hinges.

"Phoebe Grace!" He shouts causing hysterical screaming to erupt from the writhing mess of blankets in the bed.

"What the hell dad!" Phoebe screams back sitting up in bed. Dad walks to the bed and rips the covers clean off. My sister scrambles off of the bed and attempts to calm her wild hair.

"Did Alexander stay here last night?" Does he even need to ask? I guess he questions himself again too. "Where is he? Did he sleep with you? I swear if you two-"

"He's in the bathroom!" She yells, answering his questions, but only leaving me confused. "I made him sleep in the freaking bathtub! Nothing happened with us, okay!" Her voice cracks on the last word. My father storms into the bathroom, and low-and-behold there Alexander is rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He is laying longways in the bathtub with a neon blue blanket under him, one of her white pillows under his head and a pink fuzzy blanket on top of him.

I look at Phoebe who has her arms crossed and a scowl on her face. "Why is he in the bathtub?"

"Because there was a party down stairs until three this morning. He was almost asleep on the couch down stairs, but I wasn't going to let him sleep in a bed where people with STD's possibly had sex. He told me to let him sleep in the bathtub because he didn't want Dad coming home and assuming the worst. So much for that."

"You sure Alexander didn't get your panties in a twist?" I ask smirking as a disgusted look appears on her face. Just as our dad and Alexander walk out of the bathroom, Phoebe punches my arm harder than I would ever expect her to. I stumble back a few feet and hold my arm. Geez, she is feisty in the morning. Then again if she stayed up until the party was over, she only got about four and a half hours of sleep.

"So why exactly are you in my daughter's bathtub?"

"Because of the party. I didn't want Phoebe to be alone so I thought the best solution would be the bathtub." He starts explaining but my sister finishes the explanation, repeating the same story she told me.

"Thank you, Alexander, I'll add a little to your paycheck for babysitting my son. Now, we have some family business to attend to, so would you mind coming back another time?" Dad stuffs his hands in his pockets and waits for Alexander to leave.

"Of course, sir." Alexander grabs something off the floor next to the bathroom door, kisses my sister on the forehead, and leaves the room. Once he is out of sight. I am once again on the receiving end of my fathers angry stare.

"A party?" He purses his lips and waits for one of us to spill. Phoebe just rolls her eyes and walks out of the room.

"Yeah, how else would you explain the trash?" I smart off earning me a nice hard smack in the head before my father makes his way out of the room too.

When I reach the bottom of the stairs, only seconds after my father, I see my mother with her arm slung behind the couch around the boy, and Phoebe facing him smiling at something he is saying.

"Dad," I grab his hand, "Who is he?" He just looks back and smirks at me before continuing to the couch. I take a seat on the coffee table in front of my mom and the boy. As I sit down the smiling, sparkling eyes, and happy face of the boy slowly diminishes as he looks from my sister to me. His face holds a look of wonder and admiration.

"Phoebe, Teddy, this is Kenneth." We both look from the boy, to my dad, back to the boy. "He's your brother." Phoebe's eyes widen and soon a smile is stretching across her face from ear to ear. I'm sure I look like I'm just in complete shock.

"Brother?" I look between my parents and then back to Kenneth. He looks at me like I have the power to banish him back to wherever he came from. I finally have a brother. "I actually have a brother." I start to smile like a kid on Christmas morning.

Phoebe leans over to whisper to him. "As long as your better than him, I guess we can keep you." She nudges his shoulder and winks.

"Hey, I'm not that bad." I whine and Kenneth smirks. He looks exactly like my father. Maybe my dad has a secret kid he never knew about.

"You caused all this, didn't you?" He points to the trash on the floor causing me to balk at his witty come back and my parents to laugh as he makes me blush.

"I like you a lot more now than I did a couple seconds ago." I admit as he blushes and fiddles with his tiny fingers. Mom combs her fingers through his hair and smiles at our interaction.

"Why don't we show you your new room?" Dad looks to Kenneth and asks. He nods his head and starts scooting off the couch to take my father's outstretched hand. Mom stands up and follows after them as well as Phoebe and I. We walk behind them up the stairs and to the finished room that now belongs to my brother.

"You ready to see it?" Kenneth nods and patiently waits as my dad opens the door. The boy's eyes nearly pop out of his head.

"Woah!" He exclaims and rushes to the middle of the room. "This is all for me?" He asks and walks over to the model air plane in the corner, running his hands along the body and the wings. "I've never seen so many planes." He seems to be truly captivated by the decorations in the room.

"Who painted this?" He ask as he stands in front of the mural on the furthest side of the room. It has a plane flying off with a few more flying off in different directions and onto the other walls.

"Teddy did." I look to my mom who smiles and walks into the room as well, followed by my dad. "He is the artist in the family even though he doesn't like to admit it."

"It's awesome, Teddy." He compliments and continues to walk around the room.

"We'll go get your things and help you organize them. Be back in a minute." Our parents walk out of the room to retrieve his bags, leaving the three of us for some sibling bonding.

"So, Kenneth," Phoebe walks to sit on the bed. "Have you had any siblings before?"

"No, just toys and my self. I use to play with my mom before she lost her job." We both nod and let an awkward silence fall on the room.

"Who was that girl this morning?" Kenneth ask, obviously directing the question towards me.

"Her name is Sophie, her father is the man who drove you here and her mom helps clean the house and cook meals." I answer.

"Is she your girlfriend?" His question caught me of guard. Before I answer I look towards Phoebe before looking back at Kenneth to answer him.

"Yes." I can see my sister from my peripheral vision. Her jaw is on the floor.

"Who was that boy?" He turns to Phoebe.

"My boyfriend." He scrunches his face up and I laugh. "What?" Phoebe laughs nervously.

"If you don't like him, I wouldn't blame you." I nudge his shoulder and he shrugs.

"I never liked my mom having boyfriends, I don't know how I should feel about my sister having a boyfriend." I smile as yet another look of shock takes over Phoebe's face.

"Have I told you I liked you?" I laugh, and Kenneth smiles at me.

"I like you too." He replies just as our parents walk back into the room. My dad has two duffles in his hands, and my mom has Kenneth's backpack .

"We will let you kids sort clothes and have more bonding time." With that they walk back out of the room and close the door behind them. Kenneth unzips one of his bags and dumps a hand full of clothes out.

"Is that it?" I ask and go to help him hang some up in the closet.

"Yeah, I never had much." He says simply and hands me shirts to place on hangers.

"Well how about we go out and shop sometime soon?" Phoebe suggest causing Kenneth to smile and nod his head eagerly.

There is a few minutes of silence, as Phoebe and I work to help our new brother settle in before he speaks up

"I like this." He whispers. I'm not sure if he wanted us to hear but we did.

"Like what?" He looks between Phoebe and I before answering.

"Finally having a family."

((Hope you liked it. Idk when the next update will be but summer is almost here so I will do my best to finish this story!))