No one should be awake at this time. Literally no one. A train shouldn't be half full of tired, yawning and sleeping people who were trying to ignore how early it was, who were trying to catch up on their rest. Maybe these people were escaping a life they hate, going to work, finding answers. Perhaps they were explores who were hiding away from the sun, trying to catch up on their sleep before being whisked away in exciting, magnificent, and beautiful views. The sky definitely shouldn't be as bright as it is, with the pale yellows and pinks and oranges, all blending and fading into one. The sun just peaking through the already forming clouds, soon blocking it out. Thank god. The people on train were as quiet as a mouse, no one said a thing. Which was good...the silence was peaceful. The only thing that could be heard were quiet snores, of sleeping people; it was possible that they were in a dream land, perhaps they weren't. The quiet music playing through the speakers, that was almost inaudible, over the snores and the click-clacking of the wheels on the track. As trees, fields, houses, buildings, rivers and many other things flashed by. Drowsy announcements were made through the speakers. Rustles of bags and small mumbles, curses and whines left tired passengers lips. Yet there was one thing that stayed present in the brunette's mind. What was he doing?

Valentine himself didn't quite understand why he was on a train, so early in the morning. He didn't know what he was trying to achieve. So if he didn't, no one would. No one would understand why he was on the train and his mother in hospital, again. Why he using valuable money and time doing something... that could possibly turn out to make things worse? And why the hell had he brought only a bag full of clothes, a cheap black coffee, his earphones and a phone...but he had no plan? Valentine's leg jumped up and down nervously. Tapping his finger against the cup rapidly as he tried to calm his racing nerves. He turned his music up to full volume, the music almost deafening him. He knew off by heart which stop he had to get off, what time it would be, and what his location was to go to. Yet he didn't know what to say. He didn't have a single clue how to start... the well...obviously tricky conversation. But he didn't even know if his 'father' would be there. Valentine couldn't afford to go back, he couldn't afford to pay for a hotel to stay in. All he could afford was the trip there. Valentine drank the rest of the bitter coffee, swallowing it with a scrunched up face, putting the empty cup down. Getting up when he heard his stop being called, grabbing his bag and slinging it onto his back lazily. His white shirt and black jeans weren't ready for the rain that he was greeted by as he stepped outside, his new-ish... clean black trainers getting soaked in muddy rainwater. Great. Valentine ran under the cover, sitting down on a empty bench looking down at his phone, mapping out where he had to go. At least he had the money for some food and a taxi.

Valentine stepped out of the taxi, looking up at the building in awe. Maybe he got it all wrong? Maybe his father was a good person?! After all the building was like something he hadn't seen before. "...Damn..." Valentine mumbled under his breath he then looked down at his phone then back up again. "Angus Möller, okay... that's all I have to ask for, just to see him..." Valentine coached himself, before walking into the pristine work place. It was like it wasn't raining at all. The floors sparkling clean, the walls had pictures of happy customers, actors and audiences. Directions on one wall, workers rushing by and looking at him oddly. After all Valentine looked out of place. Valentine looked at the map on the wall of the building, he then hummed. Floor fourteen. He had a whole floor?! Wait no no. There were three offices it looked like. Valentine hummed he then walked over to the stairs, being stopped by a security guard. The guards glare was cold and unwelcoming, his voice coming out...rather intimidating. "Where do you think you're going? Visitors wait in reception." He asks the male, to which the brunette just smiled at, before ducking under his arm and legging it up the stairs, running quicker as he heard yells. Floor ten! Four more to- Valentine fell onto the floor, a sound that sounded awfully like an 'oof.' Left his lips. Valentine looked up meeting the green warm eyes of another male, holding his hand out to him. "I'm so sorry, here let me- hey! Jimm what the hell?!" Strange male stood up glaring at the security guard, his arms crossed. "Let go of the poor guy now!!" The other brunette male said angrily. To which Valentine was dropped on the floor, a small grunt leaving his lips. "...O-Ouch..." Val mumbled, he then was pulled up by the same male that had managed to get him free. "Now, where were you going to?" The male asking kindly. Valentine was soon taken to his fathers office, looking through the many windows as a black haired male stood there, looking through files, his hair obviously being dyed. The same male that took him to the office disappeared into the office opposite them...

Valentine knocked on the door he than opened it slowly, being waved in by the older male, who still had his back to Valentine. Was he rude or what? Valentine smiles he then cleared his throat. The male soon turned around. His eyes widened slightly, before darkening. "Who are you?" Angus asked, rather coldly. Valentine's smile faltered slightly he then placed down his damp bag. "I'm Valentine Amor, Grace Amor's son. I believe you're my father." Valentine said, he then jumped, his eyes widened out of fear at the words leaving Angus's lips. "How dare you!!! What do you want huh?!" He yells at Valentine, he then continued. Every shot landed and hit Valentine deep inside. "What does she think she can do huh?! Send her bàstard of a son to come and get money?! What a slüt?! You know she wanted this!! Ha I knew it! Well you know what you ca-" Valentine cut him off, grabbing an glass ornament that looked like some kind of reward, and chucked it right at him, luckily his 'father' stepped out of the way so it missed. "No!! How dare you!! You left her after forcing her to keep me! Firing her from her job here!!! You're a monster!! Not once out of my eighteen years of being alive have I heard of or from you!!" Valentine yells back, he then turned around looking at Donte, who was standing by the door. "...D-Father, what is...this person saying? Who is he...what he is doing here?" Donte asks, looking at the male. Angus stared at Donte before signalling Donte to sit down, the brunette sitting down. Valentine's eyes flickered down they then widened. That was the male who helped him before!

"Donte, this is your half brother. Valentine Amor." Their father said, leaning against his desk. Donte went pale staring at them both before shaking his head. "...W-Wait...No! You...eighteen...but you and mum got married...e-eighteen years ago..." Donte whispered out, he then covered his face. "..You'll be looking after your brother. Now leave. Both of you." Angus demanded. But that wasn't the last thing that Valentine said, no no.
Valentine spoke before he could stop himself. "Well you Deserve the worst father in the year reward!! I think that will replace the one I threw!" Valentine yelled, as Donte dragged him out. Donte was already out of the room, pulling Valentine along with him, not because he wanted to scare and intimidate Valentine. No. Because Donte knew what his father was like, and he also couldn't stand to he around his father anymore. "...I'll...I'll make up your room...we will speak later okay? Just let me...make a call to my boyfriend... I'll be back soon, stay here, okay?" Donte didn't wait for an answer, already rushing out of the room. A hour later and Valentine was in the back of the car, watching his half-brother sit in the passenger seat, speaking quietly to an obviously confused red haired male. "This is Dylan, my boyfriend...Our Father knows what type of relationship we are in." Donte said softly to Valentine, looking back at him. Donte looked even tireder than Valentine, and he had only been up for three hours Max. "...It's to meet you...Dylan.." Valentine said rubbing the back of his neck, before relaxing back slightly.

The next couple of days it was...well a new experience for Valentine. He had met many many people, most of them gave him hugs, well a pink haired male did, he had a raven haired boyfriend who wasn't so...smily and who didn't hug him like...Ah what's his name...? James! James and Cain, they also came with a blue haired guy and white haired girl...who were both creepy and quiet. Yet they gave Donte tea and other things. Valentine remembered their names well, Kai and Lisette. They were perfect for each other in his eyes...creepy and silent.
The next to turn up was a grey haired man...Jace? Who smiled a bit with his smaller girlfriend ...Charlotte? They both hugged Donte and said it would be okay, welcoming Valentine. Soon after was a peach haired male, Noel. And a raven haired male who did look...kinda annoyed? The peach haired male with the raven haired male comforted his step brother. Noel and Romèo, he thinks that was what they were called. A blond haired male and brunette, Victor and Avery came too. The blond one hugged Donte, and then him...which definitely freaked out Valentine, the brunette just spoke to him. That was all..well so far.

Valentine was laying down in bed, his hair a mess and his sheets thrown over him, covering him from any kind of coldness. He should've been up, yes he should've been. It was half ten in the morning. But Valentine wasn't, well he wasn't out of bed...not yet anyway. His hand on his head as he groans, sitting up. Okay who the hell was knocking on the freaking door?! Why hadn't Donte or Dylan got it?! Valentine huffs angrily he then chucked the sheets down onto the floor, putting his phone down. He didn't care whether he wasn't wearing anything but boxers. Valentine drags himself over to the door, looking around the empty apartment before opening the door as he mumbled under his breath. Valentine eyes fluttered open all the way, widening as he stares at the Brunette male standing in front of him, holding the door open. "....A-And who are you? Don't you know what time it is?" Valentine questioned, leaning against the frame of the door lazily.