Stepbrothers (Muke Clemmings)

Chapter 2:

(I'm making these chapters really short)
(Luke's P.O.V)
We pulled into a huge parking spot. "The Whitebourne" it said engraved on a sign.
"Isn't this lovely!" My mom exclaimed.
I shrugged.
We pushed open the doors and saw a huge lobby. God. Where they rich? Maybe everyone is here is. Obviously, they were not waiting there.
But, mom knew what floor it was.
"Ugh." I sighed.
"Stop it Luke. You giving us a bad reputation." She snapped.
As I stepped out of the elevator,i saw a muscular man, about late-40is and a tall scrawny 18ish year old with lilac coloured hair. The "punk" one. I had been checking out his social media accounts. Apparently he's "punk-rock".
Yeah,no.
"Well you must be Luke Hemmings." He shouted.
"Yeah, hi. You don't need to yell." I complained.
"No need to be so snappy." He said backing up.
"What's that." He pointed at my guitar case.
"It's my guitar." I replied. Hopefully he think I'm cool.
"You play?" He asked.
"Yup." I said popping the p.
"I do too! Electric or acoustic?"
He asked.
"I prefer electric."
"Come here." He pointed to an open door, with Green Day's American Idiot blasting out the door.
"Oh by the way Luke, I'm Michael."