Martin Hale grumbled darkly to himself as he brought the last of his packed items up to his new room. So this was his and his mothers new house, a small one story house with two rooms and one bathroom, the dinning room was laughably small and he swore his new bedroom was larger than the kitchen. His bedroom wasn't that big. He turned his nose up at his bedroom. He didn't want to be here, he wanted to be with his father in New York, not with his mother in this small town. He knew that these people where nothing but bigoted rednecks.

He knew damn well that he wasn't going to be welcomed with open arms, not with how he looked. He had, um, modified his blonde hair in a fit of rebellion rage, against his parents, that is. Well, the outcome is now that his hair is a bring pink. Rednecks just love men with bright pink hair. With a low growl, Martin plopped down on his new bed.

"Martin?" Came his mothers voice from the door, followed by a soft knock. Martin let out a bitter growl in response.

"Come in."

His mother, Elizabeth Hale, opened the door and gave her son a soft smile. There was a silence between the two of them for a few heartbeats, Martin just stared at her. He had inherited almost all of his looks from her, her almond eye shape and hazel color, he use to have her silky blonde hair, but, like mentioned before, a fit of rebellion changed that.

"So? What do you think?" She asked him, trying so hard to sound cheery and hopeful, it was almost pathetic. With a sneer, Martin replied to his mother.

"It sucks, that's what I think." His voice muffled slightly from his head being down. Gently Elizabeth sat down on the corner of his bed and touched his shoulder, Martin just mumbled something under his breath, Elizabeth frowned at her son and gently patted his shoulder.

"You'll like it here, just give it some time."

"Yeah, I'm sure the rednecks will just welcome me to their little watering hole." Martin said, the words that rolled off his tongue were laced with heavy sarcasm, all and all, it made Elizabeth shake her head and get off his bed.

"Just give it time." She repeated and then left his room. Letting out a low sigh, Martin looked at all the boxes that littered his room and grumbled at the work he now had to do. Prying himself off his bed, Martin stood up and grabbed the first box within arm's distance. One box lead to another, then another, when his boxes were at least halfway down, his mother entered his room again. Seeing him putting away his clothes in his drawer, Elizabeth smiled.

"Oh good, getting settled in already." She clapped her hands happily, Martin grunted in response.

"Don't have much of a choice do I?" He grumbled in response. His mother choose to obviously ignore that comment as she spoke again.

"I saw that there is a Chinese restaurant in this small town, you like Chinese."

"Rednecks eat Chinese? I guess they need to learn about others cultures somehow."

"Martin, stop it. They aren't rednecks here, they are nice genuine people." Elizabeth scolded softly, Martin just snorted in reply, a small smile crept on to his mouth, a smile that, even though small, his mother took notice. She gave her own smile and then tapped him on the shoulder. "I'll be waiting in the car." She whispered to him. With that, she turned and left his room. Martin's smiled dropped from his face, he gave soft sigh and shut his eyes.

Opening his eyes once again, Martin tugged at his pink hair. This was his fault, and he had to take responsibly for it. Even if he really didn't want to. This whole thing just made him so aggravated, he really didn't want to be here. Knowing better than to keep his mother waiting for too long, he started walking out of his room. Shutting his door behind him, he could hear the distant sound of chatter coming from the front door. Letting out an aggravated groan, he knew that the ones talking were probably their neighbors and his mother. Great, time to meet the rednecks early.

Silently walking up to the door, he caught wind of the conversation that was going on.

"We live across the street from you guys, we have a little boy, unfortunately he couldn't come over with us today, he's grounded you see." Martin heard a man say, well, the fact that this man didn't have the southern draw kinda made Martin just a little bit happy. Walking closer, he could make out the mans features.

No older than his mother, flat top hair cut, brown hair, brown eyes, stern face. Martin found himself sneering slightly at the sight of this man. The woman that stood next to him looked about ten years older than the man, either that, or, she looked extremely tired and worn down. Like his mother, she had blonde hair and brown eyes, she really did look worn down for her age.

"Oh, I have a teenage son." Elizabeth said, before she finished her sentence she turned and saw Martin standing there, clapping her hands together, she gestured for him to come over. "Oh, Martin, come and meet our neighbors, these are the Stotch's." His mother said, bringing Martin into the doorframe. Sure enough, the moment they got a good look at Martin, from his tall height to his pink hair, he watched as they shrunk back in slight momentary freight.

"Oh, Oh my, he sure is...an interesting character, isn't he, honey?" Mr. Stotch asked his wife, Martin could hear the man's voice stretch just a bit as he spoke. Martin raised an eyebrow as he watched the two now stood there, very uncomfortably.

"Uh, well, me and Martin were just getting ready to go out and eat at that Chinese restaurant in the town." His mother said as she looked at her watch for a moment. The two of them just continued to stare at Martin, their eyes scanning his every feature. Martin crossed his arms as he watched the two of them just stand there in a perplexed state. "C'mon honey, I'm sure Mr. and Mrs. Stotch have a lot to do now." His mother said as she gently pushed passed Mr. Stotch, sort of snapping him out of his state.

"Uh...Yeah...a lot to do, l-lets go dear." Mr. Stotch mumbled softly as he started to walk away with his wife. When their backs were turned Martin happily put up one finger, the universal symbol that everyone knew. Quickly, Elizabeth slapped his hand down.

"Behave." She hissed at her son, Martin couldn't help but smile just a little bit. Behave? while a bunch of rednecks stare at him like he's some sort of carnival freak? Very unlikely. No, he wasn't going to behave, if they push him, then he was going to shove them back tenfold. That was a promise.