House of Hellions

1

Braxton's P.O.V.

"Fucking stupid-"

"Stop.", I said sternly, grabbing Landon's arm, "You're gonna say that to an interviewer? Landon, I can promise you one thing- no one will ever take you seriously if you can't be respectful. Ever." I paused, "Try again. You're interviewer tells you he doesn't know that your equipped for the job. What do you say?" He sighed, sitting on the couch,

"I have good grades and initiation."

"Initiative.", I chuckled.

"Initiative. And I'm a hard worker and a fast learner."

"Good. And if he tells you you're still not equipped for the job?"

"I... thank him for the opportunity.", he rolled his eyes.

"Yes. But without the eyeroll young man."

"Yeah yeah." I sat next to him,

"You'd better get rid of the attitude before Zayn gets here."

"I promise nothing."

"Then you'll be an example Landon.", I said sternly.

"Fine.", he snapped. I grabbed his chin tightly,

"That's it. What the fuck is going on with you?" He yanked his head from my grasp, wiping tears from his eyes,

"Nothing."

"Landon.", I said softly, "Please talk to me." He sniffled a little, gritting his teeth,

"It's stupid." I pinched his cheek gently,

"Stop that. And stop undermining your emotions. Tell me what's wrong. Please." He peered down, messing with his hands,

"I just- I- Y-You've spent a lot of time with me this week 'cause of my interview and my test and stuff."

"And-"

"And now there's gonna be a new kid and I'll just go back to being a nobody."

"Hey. You are not a nobody Landon. I'm sorry you don't always get the attention you need, but if you tell me you need me, I'm there. You're right that Zayn will need more attention from me for awhile, but I'll take care of the rest of you too. I can multitask."

"Yeah."

"Hey, I love you."

"I love you too Brax."

Zayn's P.O.V.

"You're free to be nosy around the house as long as you're respectful. If the boys say not to be in their room, don't go in. And don't ever open the middle drawer in the kitchen. Got me?", Braxton said sternly. I nodded. "Do you speak?" I nodded again. "Then you can answer 'yes sir'."

"Yes sir.", I whispered.

"Thank you. I expect you to respect me and I will do the same with you. That includes verbal answers and following the rules. Understood?"

"Yes sir."

"Good." He sat across from me at the kitchen table, "Tell me about you." I looked up at him confused for a second,

"I-I'm thirteen. Um- I... uh... I don't really know my parents... I-"

"Zayn I didn't mean your background check.", he chuckled, "I meant who you are. What foods you like, your hobbies, what career you're interested in."

"Oh." I paused, "I-I don't really know."

"Well I guess we'll just have to find out, yeah?" I nodded. "I'll let you get settled in.", he said standing up.