Andy's POV
I stepped into Lily's house with my uncle dragging my suitcases in.
"Well, here we are, you're new home!" Lily said cheerfully. I gave her a look that said, "Rah, My folks are dead and you're acting all happy!"
"So, where I'm sleeping?" I asked. Lily led me to the bedroom across the hall from hers. It had plain white walls and a bed with no sheets. There was also a desk, small bedside table, and a dresser with a chest of drawers built in.
"Don't worry Andrea, we'll go get you some furnishings in a few minutes, just let me go change," said my aunt as she went down the hall to her room. I looked at Lily and she smiled at me.
"So, Andrea, what colour do you want us to paint your room?" she asked.
"Lily, my name is Andy. And I want to paint it black," I replied. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a goth, and I'm not acting all moody because my parents just died, I've always liked black, my old room was painted black.
In the car, Lily kept trying to make me happy, but how could I be when I had to move away from everything I've ever known.
Finally, while she was looking at bed sheets with me, I just said, "Lily, I know you're trying to cheer me up. But I'm over the whole death thing, and just give me a few days, so I can adjust to Roscoe, alright?" Lily just nodded.
When we finally went back to the house, I had chosen everything that made my aunt purse her lips, look shocked and say, "If that's what you want dear."
That night I tossed around in my new red with black bats bed sheets. Tomorrow Lily would take me to school with her, and I would meet her friends, and see how much of a name I could make for myself.