Ok, guys. I know this kind of idea has been done SO MANY TIMES it's annoying but I am a guy writing this so I wanna see how different it is from a guy's writing. Also, this will also be from Greg's POV just as much as the original character will be. And the real reason I wrote this story was because I turned 14 this year and got a girlfriend during the Christmas Break who was my Dad's best friend's neice and so most of these ideas will come from my experience. Also, if you want another guy/oc character, I wrote one from "Stand By Me" that I'd like you to check out. Anyway, I'm probably boring you just R&R. I love reviews more than anything. THANKS!

Grace's POV

I hopped out of the taxi that had taken me from the New England airport to my new destination.
"Thanks, Phil." I said. I shut the passenger door and pulled my bags out of the back. Phil waved and sped away.
"Home, sweet, home." I sighed sarcastically and walked up to the door.
This would be my twenty-second home in my whole thirteen-nearly fourteen-years. Yup, twenty-two. My Mom died in childbirth and my Dad died two years ago. And now I've gone back and forth and back and forth with homes until now, I'm living with my Uncle Marcus Higgins. Jesus, ain't that a story n' a half.
I knocked on the door and looked up at the house. It seemed okay. You could obviously tell he didn't spend a million bucks on it or anything. I liked it though, it was cute. A tall, slim man with blonde hair opened the door. "GRACIE!" He boomed.
Oh Lord. I thought to myself.
"Hi, Uncle Marcus!" I said, trying to return the favour of his enthusiasm. He hugged me.
Uncle Marcus is my Dad's oldest brother. I didn't even really know who he was. I mean, I've seen pictures of the guy and stuff, but I never met him before this. My Dad was the youngest but the first one out of all of them to settle down. Uncle Marcus never married. Dad told me he just slept around with people.
"It's been awhile, huh?"
"Tell me about it!" I said.
I walked into the house. It was, well, I guess it was home. There was a couch in what I guessed was the living room with a television and a small kitchen beside it. Uncle Marcus led me down a hallway.
"Here's your room," he said, opening a door. The room just had a double bed and a dresser with a mirror. It was good enough.
"It ain't a lot, but do what ya want with it," Uncle Marcus said. He was leaning against the door.
"It's great!" I said, trying to reassure him it was alright.
"Grace, we have to go over a couple things," he said, sitting on my bed. He got this serious look on his face.
Oh God, please not the sex talk.
"Alright." I sat beside him.
"My old basketball coach died a few days ago and the funeral is on in about four hours. My friend, Lenny, has rented a house out for the July 4th holiday so we're going to be spending time there. Is that ok?"
"Alright. Sounds good." I said. He got up and turned to me.
"I hope ya have a good time here, Grace," he said.
I smiled at him. "Thanks, Uncle Gary. Ya know, I do too."
Uncle Marcus laughed awkwardly and left the room. The room smelled old, so I opened up the window. I looked outside, you could see down the street. Most of the houses looked the same as Uncle Marcus. Way down far you could get a bit of what I guessed was the main strip.
I began unpacking