My Step Brother

He arrives ..

My mom & my step-father have been together 15 years, & married for 14. I hate calling him my step father because he's the ONLY father I've ever had. He's raised me, respected me, supported me financially and emotionally. He's only treated me the way a dad treats a daughter that he loves uncondionally. We live in a decent house in New Jersey, since I could remember I've always lived a pretty decent life style. Nice cars, nice clothes, nice shoes. You know! A pretty good life, NOT rich just really comfortable. Mom, 5'4, light skin Columbian, long brown hair & brown eyes. She's a day care owner. She's always had a passion for kids, but has had trouble getting pregnant. I'm a miracle baby, that's what she calls me. As for dad he's white, tall about 6'2, blue eyes, brown hair. He owns a successful restaurant in New York City. So yeah money isn't an issue.

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I have a step brother named Justin who I only saw during summer vacations. Up until we we're 11 & 12. After that I never saw him again. Justin has always had a really bad attitude so we've never really clicked. Today my wonderful parents decided to drop the bomb on me that exactly a week from today Justin will be moving in with us. I asked why about 100 times and all they did was ignore the question, or just tell me that there's no reason at all. But I don't believe it, he's always been a troubled kid. He's probably running from the law or something.

Anyways...

To be completely honest I'm not really looking forward to this. That means I'll no longer be an only child anymore. UGH! Just the thought of it really does piss me off. But I'm willing to make things easy for my parents and not be such a bitch. But the moment he thinks he's gonna talk to me how ever he feels like it with no hesitation I'm gonna put him in his place.

4 days later...

Today dad is painting one of the extra bed rooms for Justin. He's painting it all grey, one of the walls with red stripes. He bought new black furniture, a queen size bed, we already had a flat screen in there. We have 3 guest bed rooms and out of all rooms they give him the one across from mine. How annoying right? Having to share my home with a "sibling" annoys the living shit out of me. But what ever, I really am trying my hardest to be positive here!

3 days later...

Is 9:30am & both my parents woke me up about 10 minutes ago like fucking maniacs. They want me to clean my room, take a shower, and get dressed before Justin gets here. They are going so hard, as if we we're waiting for Obamas arrival!! Is not that serious. But what ever I guess they're right I wouldn't want my "BROTHER" thinking I look like a bumb after 6 years of not seeing each other.

11:45am

I'm finally showered, my room is clean, and I'm all dressed. I'm not wearing anything spectacular. But I do feel pretty in my high wasted faded Jeans, a tight white cropped top, a thin red belt, a gold necklace, & white Steve Madden simple sandals. My hair is how it usually is, loose, brown, long, and kind of wavy. Just how I like it.

I'm sitting on my hot pink computer chair looking out of my window. I see dad's BMW drive up in the drive way. He beeps the horn about 5 times, meaning come down stairs prince Harry is here! Let me just go down stairs & put on my best smile. As I'm walking down the stairs I pause as I see dad open the house door with two luggage. Behind him is this tall guy, exactly dads height. Short but kind of spikcey dark brown hair, the sun from outside is hitting his face I can tell he has really light hazel eyes. If you ask me he's pretty handsome. That's Justin. He has tattoos all over his right arm. I continued walking down as soon as they realized I was looking. I have a huge smile on my face.

I run to my dad.  

"Hey daddy!" I give him a huge kiss on the cheek.  

"Hey sweet heart!" He puts the luggage on the floor.  

" You two have obviously met before but it's been so long. Rose , Justin , Justin , Rose."

Dad walked towards the kitchen and we just stood their staring at each other. He seems to be mesmerized I can tell by the way he's just looking at me. Mom interrupted the staring contest as she yelled happily walking from the kitchen.

"Oh my God Justin it's been sooooooo long, you've grown up to look just like your father!" She pinched his cheek as if he was 5, gave him a huge hug and a kiss.  

"Hey Nancy is really nice seeing you, beautiful as always!" He said as he hugged her back. Of course he thinks my mom is hot, who doesn't. But ew!

"Well welcome home hunny anything you need, I mean anything you can just let me and your father know!" She said as she was walking back to the kitchen, still smiling like a clown. "Rose don't just stand there, help Justin with the rest of his stuff!"

I rolled my eyes, forgetting about the fact that he's standing right in front of him. I don't even care. We both walked towards the trunk, not even saying one word to each other. I'm definitely not gonna be the one to brake the silence.

"So Rose 6 years huh? You haven't changed a bit."

He said as he was walking in the house with some bags. Of course it had to be him to brake it. I stood their confused, rolling my eyes. Not sure if to take it as a compliment or an insult. Not sure if he was being serious, or playing around. I can already tell this is gonna be a very new, interesting, stressful life.

Fuck me....