**Hi! Thanks for reading, I apologize for the boring first chapter, but it will get better! I promise!**

"Come on Jazz! You have to finish packing! The movers are coming tomorrow!" I quickly close my laptop and decide to follow my mom's orders. We're moving to England next week, leaving behind the place I've lived for all my life, Michigan. I shove clean clothes into my suitcase, not caring if they were folded or not. I go to my desk where I placed my laptop 5 minutes ago. I open it once more and look on Twitter. Nothing is happening, as usual. I sigh and go back to my closet. About half an hour later my closet is completely empty, all of my clothes squeezed into my suitcase. I go back to my laptop and there are 13 new tweets. My friend reweeted a tweet from 'Dan Howell', and I decide I should ignore it, because all my friend does is retweet stupid things. The rest are tweets from friends.

"Jasmine, have you finished packing?" My mom opens my door noticing my closet is open and completely empty. "Thanks Hun. We're leaving for the hotel tomorrow, so remember put everything else in boxes." She closes the door and I hear her walk down the stairs. I get up and start putting my books in a box. I made sure I left out my favorites, The Hunger Games series, Harry Potter, and Divergent. I put those in my backpack, along with my drawing supplies.

"Jasmine, time for dinner!" I hear my mom yell. I close my laptop halfway and I bolt down the stairs. I walk in the kitchen and see what we're having. Lasagna, I hate lasagna. I sigh and go to the fridge and make a salad. I walk to the table and quickly eat my salad. Mom finally breaks the silence "I'm sorry Jazz." I can tell she has tears in her eyes, and she gets up from her seat and goes to her room. She does this a lot, but one time she was sobbing and apologizing for the divorce, but now I think she was sorry for getting married again. That's why we're moving, so we can live with my soon to be step-dad and step-brother.

After doing dishes I go up to my room and go on my laptop. I scroll through Tumblr, and then watch a couple movies. I look at the clock and it's 2:30 in the morning. I get in bed and drift off to sleep. I awake to the sound of my mom's voice. Probably talking to Jake, my soon to be step-dad. I rub my eyes and get out of bed. I search in my suitcase for something to wear when I finally come across a pretty summer dress. I throw it on and bobby pin my bangs back. I zip up my suitcase, grab my pillow, sheets, and blanket and put them in another box. I grab my suitcase and backpack and go down the stairs. My mom is by the door checking if we have everything.

"Come on Jazz, let's go." She sighs. We walk out to the car in silence, when I realize I forget my laptop. I quickly dump my things in the car and run back to the house into my room. I grab my laptop and put it in a satchel. I run back to the car and get in the passenger side.

"Sorry, forgot my laptop" I say, trying to catch my breath. It took us about half an hour to get to the hotel. When we got there my mom went in to check in and I sat in the car rereading The Hunger Games for the thousandth time. After a couple of minutes, my mom came back out and parked in a spot close to the door. I put my book in my backpack, hopped out of the car, grabbed my bags and headed inside.

"We're in room 14C!" I hear my mom yell from behind me. I get in the elevator and press the C button. The elevator started creaking under me and it was kind of spooky. Once the doors opened I started down the hall. 10, 11, 12, 13, 14. I try the door and it's locked. Of course, I needed a key. I waited for my mom and it took her about 10 minutes. She unlocked the door and the room was spotless.

The next week went by quickly, the plane ride to England was long and boring, and now all we had to do was wait for Jake and my soon to be step-brother, Phil. It took them about half an hour to get to us, and I finally got to meet my new family. I've never seen what Jake and Phil looked like, and they looked nothing alike. Jake had blonde hair and blue eyes, and was rather tan, where Phil had black hair, the same blue eyes, and he was almost as pale as me.

"Hi, you're Jasmine, right? I'm Phil." Phil says in a British accent. I wonder if he has any hot British friends…

"Yup! Nice to finally meet you." I say feeling out of place with my American accent.

"Here, let me help you with your bags" Phil smiles at me and grabs my suitcase and backpack from me. "So, how was the plane ride?"

"Long, and uneventful." I say feeling my eyes droop. I didn't sleep on the plane so I was extremely tired.

"That sounds fun" He says sarcastically. "So what does your mom do for a living?"

"She's a gardener." I yawn. We finally get to the car and we throw our bags in the back. I sit and drift off to sleep quickly.

"Um, Jasmine?" Phil pokes my shoulder. "We're here." I stretch and get up. I look at their house and it looks really gloomy. "I'm moving out soon. It'd be fun if you moved in with me." That's kind of weird. I only just met Phil, he's going to be my brother, and he's asking me to move in with him?

"Um, I don't know…"

"Please? I don't have a flat mate yet, and I need help paying the rent." He begs.

"I guess so. Where's your apartment at?" I say while walking towards the house.

"It's about 20 minutes from here." Phil points to where his apartment is. I fake a smile at him and walk inside.

After about 2 weeks we were settled. I still hadn't decided whether I should live with Phil or not. He's really nice, and I feel like I should to get to know him better but it'd be really awkward. He showed me where the apartment was and it was in a really nice neighborhood and right across from a Starbucks. I decided I would stay with him for a little while, to see if it would get any less awkward. On the way there he talked about his friends and what it was like when he was little, but I wasn't listening because I had my headphones in and was listening to Ed Sheeran.

"Jazz!" Phil's staring at me. "We're here. You haven't been listening to me have you?" He squints his eyes at me.

"Well, sorry!" I giggle and cover my mouth. Phil helps me out of the car and grabs a couple of my bags. "Thanks!" I smile at him. He's been really nice since we met, and he's helped me a lot. I told him a lot about my past, which I never talk about to anyone, but I feel like I can trust him.

We get up to his apartment and he unlocks it. "Hey Dan!" Phil says. Phil walks into the other room and I hear him and someone else talking. I walk over into the living room and I see a familiar face.

"Um, hi. I'm Jasmine…" I say standing there awkwardly. I set my bags down and Phil motions me to come over to him.

Phil gestures to the man, "This is Dan Howell"