She was aggressive, he was sensitive. She was dominating, and he was to surrender. She was competitive, he was not. She was thought to be selfish but was humble and so was he. Both were intelligent and cheerful. She was rich and he was poor. They...
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I heard a knock at the door.
"Hey" we heard.
It was my dad.
I saw my mom roll her eyes but I went to hug him.
"Hey Bianca" he said and she faked smiled.
"Well I have a question to ask you Bianca, a favor" he said.
My mom raised her eyebrows.
"I have a son"
My mom choked.
"How old is he?" she asked and he took a deep breath.
"19, about to be 20" he said.
"Oh god, Brooklyn is 18. We were together for 3 years before we decided to have Brooklyn. Did you cheat on me?" she got up.
"No. Look I met his mom before I met you. My parents wanted me to be with her but in the end I chose to be with you" he said and I saw a sparkle in my moms eye.
"I didn't know she had gotten pregnant, after two years in Haiti, we met again and we got together and I met my son" he said.
He then went outside and came back with his son. (Cole Sprouse)
He was tall, with black hair, looked rebellious.
"This is William" my dad said.
"You can call me Will" he said.
He shook my mom's hand.
"I'm Bianca, nice to meet you" she said and then he shook my hand.
"Brooklyn" I said.
"What's the favor?" she asked.
"I've been having trouble adapting to my schedule and I have some night shifts and I was going to ask you if he could move in here. He needs a place to be where he's going to be fed and stuff like that" he said.
"He needs a babysitter when he's 19?" I said and William glared at me.
"Look, it's temporary. It'll only be till he transfers to NYU in the fall"
"Alright, it's fine" my mom said and I rolled my eyes.
"Thank you" William said.
"Thanks" my dad smiled.
"Well I'll order for them to clean a room by tonight" my mom said to him.
In the night, my mom went out.
I was in the living room and I heard the door knock.
Nobody answered.
I groaned and got up to open the door.
I rolled my eyes when I saw William with his bags.
"It's you" I said and started walking away.
"Would you be so nice to show me where my room is at?" he said.
"You can find it, you're big enough" I faked smiled.
"You're a brat" he said and I gasped.
He went upstairs.
"What did you call me?" I asked, following him.
He ignored me and tried to open my door, I got in front of him.
"This is my room, that's yours" I said, pointing to the other door.
"I called you a brat" he smiled.
I scoffed.
"What? You're one of the popular girls, who nobody can't sit with them. I'm too cool for you and I think I'm all that" he mocked.
I pushed him and he laughed.
"Don't sit with me because I'm rich and pretty" he mocked.
I let a small laugh out.
"So you think I'm pretty huh?" I said.
"Barely" he said.
"You're obnoxious" I said and started walking away.
"Yeah, you are pretty. But I would say pretty ugly" he smiled and I flipped him off.
