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          I went straight home after school, I had to take a bus and guess my way here because Derek never showed up to take me home. I guess he was stuck at football practice or something. I would have waited but I'm packed with homework already and I need to do good in school otherwise I'd end up being a Youtuber.

          I opened our bedroom door and sighed, the room was a mess again. I guess now I know what it's like living with a guy. I hope I'm not messy, I usually don't notice it. I began to pick up Derek's clothes and threw them in his hamper. I probably shouldn't touch his things but I feel like I need to clean this room if I'm going to be living in it for a while and I didn't mind as much.

          I organized his video game collection next to his console. I made his bed, then made mine. I threw away all the trash. It felt like home already. My mom usually makes me clean everything so I'm used to it.

          I laid on my bed, opened my book and started to do my homework. There was nothing worse than learning another country's history. I hate American history. I hated Italian history. I hated all kinds of history. But it was an easy class. I just have to read and answer questions.

          One hour passed and I had written two and a half pages full of questions and answers. And there was more. I was getting kind of hungry and I realized I should have not skipped lunch. I'll remember next time not to.

          I only had American history homework, and I should probably start that project I got in biology. But I have to do it with Nicole and I'm not sure if she would be allowed to come here. I'd have to ask my mom or Steve.

          Since I was getting impatient, I rushed the homework and finished in about two hours. It was quiet in this house, it made me feel alone; everyone is out, mom is working, Steve is working, Derek is I don't know where, and Molly is probably at her grandma's house.

          I hope it doesn't feel like this at all times ... alone.

          Maybe I'd have to get a job just to keep myself company, and have more friends. It seems easy to make friends if you're nice and kind to people. Not too kind though, sometimes I feel like too kind is sometimes creepy. I sighed as I got up from my bed and took my phone. It was vibrating. It was mom.

          "Hello?" I said bringing the phone up to my ear.

          "Hey sweetie, how is everything?" I could hear her typing on a keyboard. She types loudly.

          "It's all fine."

          "How was your first day?" She was sounding too busy to even care for what my answer was.

          "It was fine mom. I got homework on my first day, but it's all done now. And I have a friend."

          "That's great baby, listen, I just wanted to make sure you were okay and I will see you tonight. If you get hungry just make yourself food or you can order something, there's money on the kitchen counter. Love you."

          "I love y—" She hung up.

          Groaning out of pure boredom, I took it out on my phone and threw it on my bed and I walked around the room. I should probably explore the house a little bit more. I haven't seen much except the bathroom, the living room and this room. Obviously.

          I walked out into the hallway and stared at the family pictures as I went. Derek looked so adorable when he was small. He looks sexy now. I probably shouldn't be thinking that but who can blame me?

          I touched the frames of a picture and kept walking until I reached the living room. Everything was silent and no one was home. I went to the other side and saw another stairs. They probably led to mom's room.

          I went inside this kitchen and now I knew why mom loved it so much. It's like her dream kitchen. Bigger than I expected. I couldn't see it from last night's dinner. You can fit my whole family in here! My word. I can't wait for my family to visit, they are going to freak over this kitchen. Like I said before, Italians love food.

          I walked out of the kitchen and stared at the glass doors that led to the backyard. My heart almost flipped. I pressed my nose against the glass and breathed heavily. This massive pool looked so much more bigger in day than in night. My LORDE! Was I high yesterday or something? I didn't even notice how the pool looked. I just knew that there was a pool.

          But this pool looks amazing. It must have taken forever to build it, and it probably cost a lot too.

          "Are you okay?" I heard Derek's voice behind me. I quickly wiped away the glass door from my breath and I turned around.

          "I'm fine," I muttered.

          He was dressed in his football uniform and he was dirty. His number was 6.

          "I am so fucking sorry, Leo," he said sounding extremely genuine, as he put down his bag on the floor. 

          "What for?" I leaned on the door and tried to play it cool.

          "I totally forgot that I had to give you a ride back home."

          "Oh, that's okay. I found my way home." I smiled.

          "I should have texted you or something to wait for me at the bleachers." He rubbed his hair and walked towards the kitchen. Those pants were really tight. I saw everything. And I like.

          He took out a water bottle from the fridge and drank it in one gulp. I couldn't even do that without dying. I stared at him as he turned around with the bottle still in his mouth. He was playing with it. His tongue was circling the entrance. It made me shiver and chuckle randomly. He popped it out and threw it at the garbage and smiled.

          "How did you like your first day?"

          "It was fine."

          He shook his head and pulled back his lips. The air was filled with the scent of grass and silence. It was the awkward silence. He just leaned against the counter and stared at the floor. It will probably take him sometime to having a new brother and mom.

          But at least he was mature about it, unlike some movies.

          "You must be hungry, right?"

          "No," I lied.

          "Don't lie. Nicole told Vicky who told me you didn't eat. And—" He looked around him, the stove, he opened the fridge then looked back at me with a frown, "the kitchen is untouched."

          I shrugged.

          "Want pizza?" He asked.

          My tummy grumbled, not loud enough for him to hear it, thank goodness.

          "Sure."

          "Let me take a shower then we'll buy pizza." He dashed around me and ran up the stairs really fast.

          I went back to looking at the pool. I breathed hard once more as I stared at the beauty. I opened the door and slid it to the side and stepped outside. The floor tiles looked like it had tiny sea shells. That was really cool.

          I walked around the pool. It had a small island thing in the middle of it. It had a hammock. The entire pool was as big as mine and Derek's room. And our room is like, holy. Humongous. I could see lights all over the walls inside the pool. They were off. 

          At the end of the pool there was a cliff and inside there was a tunnel. I will take a wild guess and say a Jacuzzi is in there. I looked up at our huge window. Next to our huge window there was a smaller one that belonged to the bathroom. It was on and I looked away just in case Derek looked down and saw me looking up.

          I know how all the American movies are. I know what happens when someone stares at a window that they think is unoccupied. They soon learn that it won't be! Then they will regret being born.

          I sat down on one of the many seats around the pool and I stared at the clouds above. It was getting dark, the sun was still out but it was just about to disappear. The moon was right over me. I liked when I saw the moon and the sun under the same sky.

          I covered my face from the glare of the sun and I leaned back. This was relaxing. Now I know why blonde girls do it so much. I could lay here all day, minus the pink sun hats and sun screen. I must have dozed off for a few minutes because when I woke up again, a shadow towered over me.

          I wasn't sure what it was but then I felt a water drop on my arm. I wiped it away thinking it was rain. Then I felt a gush of water just drop on my entire body. My jaw dropped as I rubbed my eyes and looked up. Derek was leaning over the roof with an empty bucket.

          "Welcome home!" he shouted then jumped back inside our room.

          I got up and shook my hair. I was lost at words. I wasn't angry, more like surprised. I walked over to the door just as Derek threw me a towel in my face. I caught it and slowly pulled it down to reveal an evil stare.

          "I'm going to get you back for that."

          He shrugged. "You can try. Now let's go."

          "I'm wet." I said slowly. Did he not know that I was drenched because of him? He shook his head and pulled me inside and closed the door behind me.

          "Let's go," he repeated.

          I gave him an annoyed look as I wrung my shirt and wrapped the towel around my shoulders and followed him. I did big steps till I got to the other side and left the house while he locked it. I'm going to wet his seat. But my pants are dry. It's just my shirt that is wet. And some parts of my pants but not a lot. The rest of me was dry.

          His car was right in front of the closed garage. He jumped over his door, showing off again. I just opened the door and got in. He turned on the car and made it roar for a few then he went in reverse. I hugged my towel as the wind rushed through us. His hair was still wet but the wind was good. So this is why he didn't care.

          Because by the time we get to where he's taking me, I'd be dry.

          We arrived at a pizza place. I've never eaten American Pizza. We Italians have the best pizza ever. My family usually makes it home made. Thinking of my family just made me miss them so much more. Derek and his dad might get annoyed when they visit. It's going to be mad. Molly will probably enjoy being around them.

          "Stay here," he said as he got out and walked inside. I lost sight of him through the dark windows.

          I sat here still and watched a few other people park next to me. They stared at me then at the car. I stared at my hands to keep my eyes from them. I didn't like being stared at like that. Made me feel uncomfortable. And being in a flashy car kind of made that problem a little bigger.

          I changed the radio station and stopped it at a nice trance song. I let the nice soothing beat fill my ears with pleasure. I nodded my head to the beat and closed my eyes. I laid my head back and breathed. 

          A few minutes later I heard the drivers door open and Derek placed a very warm pizza box on my lap. He placed two large drinks on the holders between us and he sat down.

          "Sorry for the wait, I was talking to a friend in there."

          "It's okay."

          I started the car again and off we were into the road of madness. I call it madness because everything is so different here. The streets, people, signs, cars even the sky is different here. Felt so weird. I felt out of place.

          But I really shouldn't complain. It's my first time here. This is supposed to happen. Everyone is supposed to feel this way when they come to a place that is new. Out of place, alone, maybe depressed. But I'm not depressed.

          I'm the complete opposite of depressed. I'm next to a good looking American guy! There is no room for sadness. Except that he's my step brother. I bet my mom would freak out if I told her I liked him. One because that would be exposing my sexuality and two because he's my step brother. Not that there is anything wrong with that. He's not blood related.

          Derek drove away from the busy streets and went up through a path that almost seemed hidden. There were a lot of trees around us. A lot of green. The road was changing and instead of straight it was becoming higher and higher. We were going up a mountain.

          I stared at the clear sky above me. It was night now and the sky was filled with millions of shining stars. It's beautiful. The song that started playing went along with the mood. I felt high.

          I looked at Derek as he kept his eyes on the road.

          I wonder what is going through his head.

          We pulled up in front of a cliff, sort of. The view was great. I was looking down on most of the city. It was all but a mass of lights. I couldn't see most of the stars now because of the lights. But it was breath taking. I was also a little weirded out.

          This looked like one of those movies where the stupid old fashioned teenagers go with their old fashioned cars and they kiss. It's lame. I hope he knew that.

          "This is where I used to go with my mom."

          Ew. His mom? They must of had been really close...

          "When I needed to escape the world. I'd just come here and me and her would talk about—Nevermind that." He stopped before he said something.

          He opened the pizza box and shoved a slice in my mouth.

          "Um, I can eat by myself thank you."

          I liked how he acted like a real brother. He already did a prank to me and he's super silly. Will be kind of hard to not have a crush on him, I already do but it will be hard not to. He's just so... American. If that makes any sense. I need to stop using that word because I'm somehow American now too.

          I ate slowly as Derek got out of the car and he looked out on the view. I hope he wasn't thinking of this as some sort of son to mother moment. Because I am not a mother.

         I bet he misses his mom a lot.

         I missed my own family, but I'm not totally heart broken by it because I know I will see them again, it's not forever, like death.

         I stayed silent and just ate as I watched his back. I don't know him that well so if I say something he might turn out to be a killer and chop me to pieces with his finger. His good finger.