Author's note: The actual plot starts on the second chapter, this is an introduction important to get basic information about the characters and the situation as none of this is presented later.

The three of them were lying on the damp grass in the diminutive garden of the lot. They were looking at something that appeared to be a shed, basically just four walls, a roof and a door.

'It looks like a doghouse', said one of the girls. 'Just how I like it.'

The other two, a guy and another girl, looked at her weirdly.

'I guess it's kinda cool going into this tiny structure and knowing the real house is underground', said the other girl.

The guy had remained silent the whole time, now spoke.

'I'm not excited at the prospect of living underground. I don't know how you can stand living without sunlight. This, to put it simply, sucks!'

'Cheer up Mr. Azalea!' started the girl that had spoken first. 'Unless you're a flower you don't need sunlight to live. In fact, dark is better!'

The guy just sighed.

'I don't use dark to cover up my criminal activity like some people I know', he said staring at the girl, emphasizing the last part, 'and I'm a writer, I need light, I need inspiration..'

'This is all we could afford after dad lost all his money on gambling', said the other girl.

The guy grimaced.

'Dad? We didn't even know the guy. We only found we were related after he died. And it would have been much better if we hadn't, considering we had to pay the debts he couldn't, draining us financially after his death. I hate that guy!'

'Hey! Don't talk like that about your father!' said the first girl. 'If we hadn't found out he was our farther we wouldn't have found each other. And I'm really glad we did. I never had any siblings and now I'm so happy I do. I haven't known you guys for long, but I feel really close to you!'

'Hillary, you tried to steal my wallet when you hugged me for the first time', said the guy with a stern look on his face.

'It was an emotional moment, I was trying to lighten the atmosphere!' she replied in a ready-to-cry voice with a matching expression.

'The moment or my wallet by a 100$? Yeah, don't think I didn't notice! Talk about dad and all his family robbing me.'

'Hey! Take that back!' shouted the other girl, now looking mad as oppose to her usual serene expression.

'It's ok Haley, I get that a lot', she said trying to calm the girl down.

'And you haven't picked up that hint yet?' said the guy smirking.

All three of them smiled and lay back admiring the clouds.

'Don't you wonder how it would have been if we had grown up together? What would be different, how things would be', said Haley with a slight dreamy look in her eyes.

'I know I would be out of pocket money all the time', said the guy sarcastically.

'Now I always wanted a brother like Aaron! Funny, sarcastic, unaggressive and in complete touch with his feminine side!'

Aaron's head turned violently fast towards Hillary.

'Say what?'

'Please, if you were any more in touch you'd be gay! You're a novel writer, you like sunlight and have an unnatural obsession with chamomile.'

'It's nature's most valuable treasure! Made up of cute little flowers with an intoxicating scent, it soothes you to your dreams and gives bangs the colour of the sun!' said Aaron staring in mid air with dreamy eyes.

'Aaand, proved my point!' said Hillary looking all very smug.

'Ah chamomile…'

Both girls looked at him. He appeared to be daydreaming, lost in his own world of heavenly beverages. They looked at each other and smirked.

It already felt like they had known each other for years and over the last few weeks they had really bonded. All of them were very different characters so living together would be difficult, but there was also a chance it would be fun. After all, what other choice did they have? The father they'd never met had died and left them all broke, so they kinda had to.

They were going to live in an underground house of two levels of basements. There was only a shed to cover the stairs down to there and give the illusion of a building.

Despite its low price, the house was actually sort of luxurious. The basements, of course. The top basement had all the living areas and bedrooms in an area that covered more than 30 square meters. On the lower one there was a massive garage (how to get the cars in and out of there was a whole other story) and an empty room that worked as a storeroom. Not too shabby a house.

They were laying there, gazing at the house they were going to live in, Hillary and Haley looking forward to it, Aaron not so much. Seriously, was it even legal to build something like this?

'Hey! How about we go check it out?' said Haley cheerfully as she got up. Hillary followed suit and Aaron struggled to stand as he reluctantly followed her. As she was the one with the keys, she unlocked the door and entered, Aaron after her.

Hillary stood outside for a second. She looked at the shed her siblings were going into. Everything was so different now, she had them. They were family, possibly the family she always dreamt of but never had.

She didn't have a farther of course, none of them did, but she did have a mother. A mother who she hadn't spoken to for 3 years.

They never got along and Hillary's impossible temperament caused problems. Her mother never supported her and always looked down at her, but even so she recognized that her attitude had been instrumental in destroying their relationship and was afraid it would happen again.

'Are you coming in?' Aaron called to her. She glanced at the house one last time before she walked towards the open door. She remembered all of her bad moments and decided not to let them happen again. She closed the door.

No one is sure how well that would go. Hillary Day was always different from everyone else, almost like an outcast. She was a person of incredible intelligence which was prominent ever since she was a child. Problem was she always used it for the wrong things.

Her midnight activity was hacking from which she earned large sums of money (her father's debts had set her back), she was into criminal business and always managed people to give her money out of the blue. Still, she seemed to be more into stealing than money itself. She was a kleptomaniac and couldn't control it.

Despite being very intelligent, she acted dumb a lot of the time. She rarely thought what she said or did and that came with all its consequences.

It didn't really surprise people that didn't know her, no one thought she was particularly clever by looking at her or even interacting with her. She was just too pretty to be smart and she knew that. She would conceal her intelligence and use it to her advantage, however truth be told, she didn't really have to go out of her way.

Acting dumb and goofy was her natural, her potential would only unravel in a few case and was not her only weapon.

She was fully aware of her looks and she loved it. Her hair was long and ruffled, the perfect shade of blond. Her eyes were big and dark coloured, if you looked into them deep enough, maybe you would see some kindness behind her badness.

Aaron heard the door close and looked behind him to see Hillary following him down the stairs. It would be difficult living with her, he thought. He had grown up with a younger brother, but an older sister that acted like a younger brother was a different story. They were both strong characters and were sure to clash, as they had already done many times.

He had survived living in a house full of people and noise with many distractions. Peace was important to him as he needed to write and it was impossible for him to concentrate without it. Even if it was only two people, for some reason he felt things wouldn't be quiet.

But that's just how he always was. Call him grumpy, call him the buzz killer, that's just how he was. He could be funny, witty and pleasant one moment and the next he was asking everyone to keep it down. He got a bit selfish when he was writing and as much as people told him, he refused to admit it. His dedication was such, he could be locked up in his room fro hours, writing none stop, the sophisticated literature language stuck with him, so he had a tendency to slip into formal speech.

He was a very talented writer who could easily seduce a reader with his words. However, he was not only charming on the pages, but also in real life. And it wasn't just his words that were charming, no, Aaron Justice was in fact a very handsome man.

Dark, short, spiky hair that still seemed soft to touch, light tan skin and shortly-shaved facial hair that gave him that "tortured artist" look. His most striking feature was by far his eyes. Looking into them there was warmth, despite their dark colour, kindness, generosity, love, all his kind soul was mirrored in them.

He was unaware of the influence he had on people, especially females and although he didn't show it, he was a rather shy person.

Haley was already in the living room looking around when she saw the other two climbing down the stairs. She couldn't believe she was actually related to them. She'd got use to them as friends and bonded with them, but she couldn't accept the fact they were her siblings. Problem was she was afraid she never would.

That's why she was also a bit nervous about moving in with them, but she hoped it would be a chance to get to know them. Till now she was scared of Hillary, as she represented everything she stayed away from, crime, danger and being spontaneous and slightly intimidated by Aaron for the seriousness he gave off. Hillary and Aaron had seemed to hit it off, well, at least they seemed like they had known each other for years even if they kept fighting, while she had catching up to do.

She was amazed at how strong personalities they had, but was worried she would become their pushover, something that happened often with her. Other than a few outbursts of rage or strong emotion, she was sweet, passive and very, very shy. She was intimidated by strong willed, confident people and now she was roommates with two of them. It was a shame she didn't feel completely comfortable with them yet, too introverted and shy, she always seemed to have a problem opening up to people.

It's just other people never seemed to count Haley Bloom as a friend, she always felt left out. Even now in this situation. Truth be told, no one wants to befriend the shy girl. It was written all over her, not just her behavior, she also looked the part. Ginger red hair, light skin and hunched shoulders, trying to make herself as invisible as possible. Her eyes were like those of a scared deer and you could read the fear and insecurity in them.

They were now all gathered in the living room. It was indeed a really big room, yet still full of furniture. They stood awkwardly at a distance from each other, Hillary twiddling her thumbs, Aaron tangling his hand in his hair and Haley crossing her arms in front of her and staring at her feet.

'So, can you believe this is really happening?' said Haley, 'Us all moving in together?'

Hillary shrugged.

'Sure, why not. I call the east room!'

'What difference does it make, none of them have any windows', Aaron moped.

'Here we go again', said Hillary crossing her arms and huffing, 'Is this how you're gonna be all the time?'

'Well if I've got to live-

'Stop', Haley said calmly. 'We'll have enough time to fight, lets not start now.'

Aaron nodded his head and Hillary suppressed the urge to say "too late".

'I'm grateful you're my family and I'm glad I had the honor to meet you', she started, 'you're the best friends I ever had!'

Hillary brought her hand up to her chest, this was one of the few moments she looked genuinely moved, while Aaron merely smiled.

'Aww, that's so sweet! I want to thank you guys for being so nice to me and putting up with what I do.'

At the last part Aaron looked away and sighed inwardly. The girls connected their hands after their sharing and looked at Aaron.

'What?'

'What have you got to say?'

His hand was back in his hair, tangled.

'Nothing.'

'Nothing? We ignored each others existence for 22 years and now we meet you have nothing to say but nothing?' said Hillary with great disbelief that someone could be so cool about the whole thing.

'It's 21 for me', he replied.

'19 for me', Haley chirped.

'Nice nice, remind me that I'm an old lady why don't you!' said Hillary frustrated.

'Why, cause you act like a child?' Aaron said as he chuckled.

Hillary's face went darker and it wouldn't be unrealistic to say hell was letting loose. And incredibly hard blow was landed on Aaron's head, sending him off balance, Haley caught him before he fell.

'Please! Don't start fighting!' she said.

'Two words: too freaken' late!'

Aaron leaned on the nearby couch to get on his feet, glaring at the girl who'd hit him.

'Are you completely insane? No, tell me, are you? The head! You could have killed me!'

Hillary was huffing angrily like a mad bull.

'Well apparently I failed!'

He immediately straightened up his body and started shouting at Hillary. She shouted back, the noise created unbearable and undoubtedly heard from outside.

Haley just stood there watching the scene covering her ears, unable to do anything. She tried shouting at them to stop, but she couldn't get above their level of noise.

"Oh well", she thought as she left the room. There was a garden upstairs that needed planting anyway. A garden from which, as she noticed, you could hear their noise.