This idea literally popped in my head so... naturally I had to write it!

A/N: This is taking place in the southern U.S.

I may refer to certain language types (The way they talk).

Also... This is modern times. I will still use Original Characters, but they will not have magic... Most of them...

Chapter 1

Changes...

I picked up a cardboard box from them tan SUV. I looked at the scribbled name on the top.

'Natsu'

I put the box in my left arm, and shut the trunk with my right.

"Great." I mumbled to myself.

It was summer break. (Thank God...)

I never liked moving. Especially since it was only me. I knew I would be out of the system in a year... It just sucked that they had to move me in the middle of summer break. Even though it would have been worse in the middle of the semester...

I also hated the suburbs. All the neighbors acting like life was perfect in their homes that lined the street. I would much rather just live in the middle of nowhere. I had no choice. The system does what it wants... Or what they think is best for the kids.

I am fucking seventeen! I don't even have my own car!

I walked up a short stone path that led to a two story, yellow house. The grass was well maintained, and purple flowerbeds lined the railing to the porch. I walked up to the black door, and knocked.

A woman opened up.

She seemed nice. She had blue eyes, white hair that was put up in a bun.

She had a kind smile on her face.

"You must be Natsu." She said.

"Yeah. This is the Dragneels'... Right?" I asked.

"Why yes it is. Would you like to meet your sister?" The woman said, and pleaded me to come inside.

Outside, I heard the SUV drive away.

"Sister?" I asked surprisingly. The woman closed the door, and I saw a little girl sitting on the staircase that came off of the foyer.

"Yes, Natsu." She said.

I knew I didn't have a sister. I was an orphan. My parents died when I was three. I had no idea what this woman was talking about.

"I don't have a sister..." I said. I looked at the woman, and the girl. What the hell was she talking about?

"Well, not your biological sister. We're adopting you, Natsu." The woman said.

"Why in the fucking world would a person adopt a seventeen year old, who was almost financially independent!?" I asked myself.

"W-What? Why?" I asked. My face had a shocked look, which made the woman giggle.

"I'll tell you later. Would you like to see your room?" She said. I nodded, and she headed up the stairs. The little girl followed, and I had no choice but to follow as well.

We reached the top of the stairs, and guided me along the corridor. She stopped at the last room to the right.

"This is your room, Natsu. I'll let you get settled. Lunch is almost ready." She said, and left. The little girl stayed.

"My name's Wendy." She said. Her hair was blue, and her eyes were chocolate brown. This little girl looked nothing like the woman.

"Hello, Wendy. So you're my sister?" I asked.

"Yep! When mom told me she was going to get a son I thought 'No way, a baby brother.' Then she told me he was five years older than me..." She said.

I gave a slight chuckle. "You're twelve?" I asked.

"Yeah..." She said.

"Oh man... I remember when I was twelve!" I said. I continued to give a slight chuckle.

"What's so funny?" She asked.

"That was the year I escaped my... fifth-no, sixth foster home." I said.

Her face looked pale.

"Escaped? Sixth?" She seemed surprised.

"Yeah, it was like fuc- I mean fricken Alcatraz there." I said. Man I gotta watch my language.

"Alcatraz!?" Her eyes widened. I nodded.

"I think mom is calling me. Bye!" She said, and quickly scuttled down the stairs.

I had yet to open my door. I shifted the box to my left arm, and opened the door with my open hand.

The room had no color. The walls were bare and white. I walked in, and saw a desk that was to my left. The bed was in the corner of the room, and had a window next to it. There were no sheets on the bed. There was a wooden dresser by the window, and a mirror hanging above it.

"Man this room is bland." I thought. There was barely any furniture. Guess that's expected when a family has no idea what to get a seventeen year old who's gonna move out in a year...

I placed the box on the desk, and started to unpack. I had very few belongings. Besides my clothes (That I put away), I had a phone and charger, a trophy from when I did baseball, and a picture of my parents.

I held the small wooden frame in my hands for a minute before setting it down on the desk. They seemed happy. The woman was holding the hand of my father, as they looked to the camera. I looked most like the man. He had pink, messy hair like me. He also had the same body type: Tall, and muscular. The only think I didn't have of my father were his eyes. He had hazel eyes. The woman next to him had black hair, and onyx eyes.

They were both young when they died. It sucks that I didn't really have a relationship with them... Not that I remember anyways. I was three when they died. I don't remember a damn thing about our relationship...

I sighed, and looked away from the picture. I walked towards the window. It seemed fairly quiet today. "That's odd." I said. The street was almost completely empty.

There was only a small boy riding his bicycle down the street.

I suddenly saw movement from the next door house. My eyes scanned the area, and quickly caught sight of golden locks. It was a girl. She was heading into the next door house. She wore a blue tank-top, cow girl boot, and shorts... Short-shorts. I drooled.

I face-palmed myself. "Idiot." I mumbled.

"Natsuuuuu, lunch is ready!" I heard the woman from before call.

"Comin!" I said, and began to race downstairs. With the picture of the girl still in my head.

"Who are you?" I asked myself.