This town was unfamiliar. This town was new to the Kogane family. The family of three just moved to the big city of New York. All because Mr. Kogane had some big promotion, and it required the family to move across the damn country.

The son, Keith, wasn't so happy about this. It was about the fifth time the family moved in three years! Only three years! Keith was so sick and tired of moving. He never got to really make friends, and if he did then it didn't last long.

This only meant he had to start over. Starting over was too much for the sixteen year old male. Making friends wasn't his thing, and so this move definitely wasn't a good thing.

"Oh come on son! Don't look so down.." Keith's father chuckled, looking at his son as he grabbed another box from the car.

Keith was helping carrying the boxes inside of the small apartment they rented. The apartment had three bedrooms, and that was enough for the family. It was placed on the side of a busy street, along with many other apartment buildings.

The apartment building looked pretty crappy on the outside, despite it looking fine on the inside. The family's apartment number was '135', and to get to it they had to go up a bunch of stairs. Keith did not like this one bit. When they were in California they had their own house. It was a downgrade to be living in an apartment now.

Keith let out a grumble as he grabbed another box that read 'Kitchen', he started to follow his father into the building. They have been making many trips up and down these damn stairs to unload everything from the moving truck. "This sucks..." Keith mumbled out.

The teen was sweating up a storm! He wanted a shower after this, maybe a couple of games on the Xbox, and then he was hitting his bed. Of course his mother would make him unpack his things, or at least half.

Mr. Kogane glanced back at his son, laughing at the pouted look he was given. "Well son... ask your mother says.." He then quoted Mrs. Kogane. "Make something out of nothing!"

Keith rolled his eyes as they got to the door. It was already open since they were still bring things up. Mrs. Kogane was unpacking things in the living room. She up at her two favorite boys, stood up and chuckled out. "You guys almost done?" She asked, walking over, taking the box from her son, and then kissing his head.

"Almost.." The husband said and pecked the lips of his beloved wife.

Keith gagged and turned away. That was pretty gross. Though, that was a kid thing. No kid liked watching their parents be so lovey-dovey with each other.

"Well, i'll go get the last box!" Keith said as he headed out the door. He came to a stop as he heard violent coughing.

The son already knew who it was. He turned his head back around, looking at his mother as she held her chest. He stood still and held his own breath.

This has been happening lately. His mother was sick. Though, she didn't want to go see a doctor. Even after Mr. Kogane begged for her to see one. She stilled refused and said, "I don't need anyone's help! I'm not helpless. I can overcome this myself.." It always led to an argument. Keith remembered each one.

Both son and father held their breaths, waiting for the roar of coughs to stop. They soon did. Both gave worried glances to each other, and then to the women.

"I'm fine.." She mumbled and turned around, heading back to the boxes to continue unpacking.

No she wasn't. But the two males didn't say anything about it.

( Note: Hi! This is my first fan-fiction and I hope you enjoy it!)