I have lived in England for my whole life, I was born there, I grew up there and my parents died there. When they died I was traumatized, they had giving me their love and attention for 18 years. They died in a car accident, I protested on going to a pantomime with them, my uncle was in it so they wanted to go, it wasn't really my cup of tea so I stayed at home. My Mum died instantly, a piece of glass went straight into her heart, my Dad had a long, painful death, he died in the hospital I was born in. I wanted to go to America to meet my cousin, Connor Franta, he's my cousin on my Dad's side. He has some room mates that he was concerned about, Ricky, Kian and Jc or something. I was in the taxi to their place while listening to music and reading "The Hunger Games" imagining what it was like to live with some boys, I was an only child and I never had a boyfriend or even a friend that was a boy to come over to my house, I was hoping Connor would be my friend as well as my cousin. The taxi drew to a stop and I looked up and saw a huge house, bigger than the one me and my parents used to live in. I came out of the taxi and stared at the house until I heard the taxi driver's horn.
"Are you going to pay me or what?" He asked, I got my bags and paid him, I got to the door and knocked. A guy wearing a top and boxers opened the door.
"Oh, you're here today, I forgot...come on in," I walked in and saw 3 other boys sitting down on a sofa.
"Hey Holly, come sit next to me," A boy said.
"Connor?" I asked.
"Got it in one," I sat down, slowly between him and a boy with jet black hair wearing a snap back, an Elmo t-shirt and shorts.
"I'm Jc," He said.
"I'm Kian, sexiest man in this house," The boy next to Jc said.
"You consider yourself a man?" I asked.
"Yeah, I'm a man, I can show you my dick to prove it," He said.
"Please don't, I don't want to be traumatized for life," Jc laughed and it made me smile.
"I'm Ricky, I should put on some pants," He said walking into a different room.
"Well, I need to unpack my stuff so can someone show me where my room is?" I asked.
"I can," Kian said.
"Not you."
"I'll show you," Jc said and he held out his hand for me to take, I put my hand in his, giving him my trust, he walked me to my room and kept hold of my hand the whole way. "So, this is your room, do you want me to help you unpack?"
"You just want to get your hands on my underwear," I said teasingly.
"You got me," He said, I laughed and he smiled.
"Sure you can help me unpack but don't spend too much time holding my bras," I started putting my clothes into drawers, I turned around and saw Jc holding my notebook and going through it. "You're looking through my stuff."
"These are really good drawings, I really like this one," Jc said and showed me which one he was talking about. It was my drawing of my parents and me, my Mum and Dad were drawn as angels and I was my ordinary self with a force-field around me blocking me out from my parents and the world.
"I drew it after my parents died," I said, quietly.
"I know, I could tell from the drawing."
"You could?"
"Yeah, your message through the drawing was really clear, your parents are dead, you feel like you've got a mental force-field around yourself and that you're spaced away from everyone else," Jc said and then he looked up into my eyes.
"You're so deep," I regretted saying that straight away, he laughed.
"Thanks, I was just saying what your drawing said." He put my notebook down and started putting my clothes away, I joined him. The silence between us was a nice silence, it was peaceful, but I couldn't help wishing that he would say something romantic or sweet or funny, but maybe he was thinking that, I didn't know what to say.

When we finished unpacking, I sat on my new bed and rubbed my hands, Jc sat next to me.
"Tired?" He asked.
"No, just sore," I said, smiling. He took my hand and massaged them. "What are you doing?"
"Massaging your hand, it'll help." I stared at him, trying to think of what he must be thinking, he looked up and stopped massaging, he stared into my eyes in what seemed like forever and then Connor walked in, interrupting the beautiful moment.
"Jc? What are you doing to Holly?" He asked.
"I was giving her a massage..." He said, I laughed at how weird that sounded.
"Do you want some Arizona tea Holly?" Connor asked.
"I guess, I haven't had it before, but sure," I said.
"You've never had Arizona tea?!" Jc asked. "Like, never?!"
"Never," I said, laughing, nervously. Connor threw a can at me, I caught it and took a sip. "Wow, this is amazing."
"I know right," Jc said, he took my can and drank from it.
"Hey!" I pushed him jokingly, Connor had left by then.
"I didn't get a drink, we're sharing," He stood up and held the can up.
"Come on, Jc," I reached up it and slipped but Jc caught me. "Shit," Jc laughed.
"English girls swear?"
"Everyone swears," I said, I got up and brushed myself off. Jc still held up the can, I put my hand on his shoulder to steady myself and tried reaching up for the can again.
"You're so small," He said, still laughing.
"So are you, but I'm still strong," I shoved him so he fell, he grabbed my hand, pulling me down with him. I fell on top of him laughing, I grabbed the can. "Thanks," The door opened and Connor came in.
"What the fuck is going on? Jc?"Connor asked, I got up.
"It was an accident, I need to go to the bathroom, can you show me where it is, Connor?"
"Sure," I walked through the door, Connor went into the room, pushing me out of the way, he closed the door. I sat down outside, waiting for Connor to come out, he did after a while.
"What took you so long?" I asked, he didn't answer, he just showed me the bathroom. "Okay..." I went inside and did my business, when I came out, Jc was waiting. "Oh, hi Jc, what's up?"
"Connor doesn't want us to hang out but who cares? Wanna go to Starbucks or something?" He asked.
"Sure, Starbucks sound great," Jc smiled and we managed to get out of the house without Connor realizing.