I don't own Freezing, but I do own my OC's.

The mourning sun peaked through the crack of Steven's window just like it always did, he groaned before cocooning himself in his blankets. He was the third son of the Blanc family. His father was more like his never-to-be-seen uncle. He didn't care about what he did or what happened to him. So sleeping in was a privilege as long as he got up before twelve.

There was a knock at the door, "It's Lindy! Breakfast is ready and you better clean your room before coming down!" Steven frowned and looked at his room, sure it looked like a hurricane came trough but it was mostly paper and clothes. He sat up and put his feet on some empty notebooks, He picked one of the many notebook on the ground and opened it. The contents were blank. Steven smiled, there was something about empty notebooks that made him feel better. He stood up and threw all the clothes in the hamper. He rolled his shoulders and went over to his desk, and opened the drawer. In it was a mess of candy wrappers and pencils. He shifted through it until he pulled out a medicine bottle of Acetaminophen. He popped two in his mouth and swallowed then dry. He then proceed to push all the paper under his bed.

After his room was, "clean" he got dressed into dress shirt and pants and proceed into the hall. Steven never wore socks unless told to, which lead to his coarse and rough feet. He walked around the house until reached the kitchen. The house was huge. Well, it was more of a mansion to use the correct term. His father was the CEO of Hybrid Inc., a corporation trying to recreate NOVA Cores as an energy source. Lindy was a maid of the household, and his good friend. After her parents died he convinced his father, (He forgot how.) to make her a maid.

"Your not wearing socks again..." she said staring at his feet. He ignored her and grabbed an apple and started to leave. "Hold! Your in no condition to go out!" Steven groaned, should he even ask why? He turned and gave a fake smile.

"What is wrong, Lindy?" she pointed at him.

"Your hair's a mess, your wearing wrinkled clothes and you smell of BO, AND YOU'RE NOT WEARING SOCKS!" she said loudly, Steven stood there with a idiotic smile,

"Yes, Aunty Lindy." he said mockingly. Lindy smacked his side with a spatula, instantly Steven burst out laughing and Lindy quickly followed.

"You dick!" Lindy said pushing him out of the kitchen, "Get ready!, Your brother's on his way here from the West Genetics."

"Ya, ya. He's a limiter, and I'm not and bla-bla-bla." She looked at him saddened.

"You know Steven, he has it rough too, do you know what some Pandora's do to there limiters?" Steven put his hands behind his head.

"You mean the Satellizer Incident?" he said with a cold face. Lindy remained silent.

"From what the Limiter said, she was just defending herself, no more, no less"

Steven felt a vibration in his pocket and pulled out his phone.

"Who is it?" Lindy said, Steven ignored her question and answered it,

"Hello, this is Steven Blanc." there was static at the other end for a second before he was answered by a woman.

"H-hello?"

"Who is this?"

"Oh right, my name is Jessica Gurment. Assistant to your father, he-

"I know the meeting right?"

"N-no sir, he wants you to come into the Head Building..." she grew quiet for a second, "Your needed here." There was a click and then a long buzz. Steven hanged up.

Lindy was about to ask what it was, but Steven answered her first. "I'm needed at the Head Building..." Lindy quickly protested.

"Your father said that you were forbidden to enter there, they even have guards watching out for you!" Steven opened the kitchen door, "I know, exactly why I'm going to see what he wants." He went back to his room and got properly dressed and left for the office.

Lindy prepared breakfast for the Lady of the house. After she ate, the Lady Samantha called her over. Lindy came over and gave a small bow.

"Yes, my lady?"

"Take three of the house maids and box up Steven's room." Lindy stood there dumbfounded, but managed to get a question out.

"Why, my Lady?"

Samantha ran her hand through her near-perfect blond hair. Then straightened her dress. "Because he won't be coming home."