Her deep set chocolate brown's burned into my sleepy grey's as I flashed her a warm smile, in which she enveloped me into her usual warm embrace.
"Missy, your here!" She cheered, her voice strung with the happiness I've missed over the past couple months we've been away from each other. Living with my Aunt Susie has it's up's and it's downs, but it definitely has more 'down's'. She's has to be the most boring person you'll ever meet. It's worst now since she's retired, she'll sit in front of the television all day and watch Jepordey while popping Twinkie's and drinking Cherry Cokes. You get sick of watching an old bag sit in front of a TV all day while snapping answer's to the 80 year old man trapped inside the TV screen, and cursing to herself multiple times when she didn't get the 'fixed' questions that only 'genius's' could know right. Jesus was she weird.. And trust me, knowing my grandpa.. Calling her 'Weird' was saying something.
"Watch out mom, my guitar.." I mumbled as she jerked her body away from mine and stared at the guitar case laying on my back. Weighing me down, but I would never leave it behind. My guitar was my everything, besides my family of course.
A smile played on her lips as her eyes found their way back up to my face once more. She studied my features for a moment before speaking, looking at my ageing features.
"You couldn't leave that old guitar back in Phoneix?" She asked playfully, her brown eyes shining with delight. I let my signature smirk take over my strawberry glossed lips and shook my head.
"Never." I replied while she giggled quietly, pulling me into yet, another warm hug. I didnt mind all this love and affection, cause let me tell you,
2 month's of living with Aunt Susie has taken it's toll on me, and I think my loving mother knows that too. I smiled and rested my tired head on her shoulder and let me eyes slip shut for a single moment, letting my tired eyes rest.

"Oh, Missy! It's wonderful for you to be finally joining our family!" Came a bubbly male voice from behind the half closed front door. My eyes snapped open once more as I pulled away from my mother and stared up at the tall male. I knew she was getting re-married to a man named Max that she supposably fell in love with in the 2 month's I wasn't with her. I wasn't all that thrilled about the fact I missed out on everything that's happened, and that my family moved into his sea side mansion,
but.. It was my choice to stay behind in Phoenix and finish up my last year of high school, so I couldn't blame anyone but myself. Well, maybe my father for cheating on my mother, causing her to get a divorce.. But, he's out of my life at the moment, so everything is okay.
I was here now, and that's all that matters.. But if this 'Max' fellow thinks he's going to just walk into my family and control everything, well he's got something else coming.. A hurricane named, Missy Emerson.

I stayed quiet as I looked at the middle aged man dressed like a high school geek, with his coke bottle glasses, bubbly attitude, and poor choice in clothes I was assuming her had a chest table in the living room. He wore a white dress shirt, with a grey cashmere sweater over top, with a pair of grey dress pants. Your typical nerdy geek.
The gleeful look in his dark brown eyes, amused me. I could nearly see the sparkle.. How hilarious.
I managed to place a smirk on my strawberry smeared lips.
"And you must be, Max." I hissed, venom lacing my words. My mother flashed me a look that said: Please-don't-do-anything-you'll-
regret. He shrugged it off and smiled.
"Yes, I'm Max. And you must be my new daughter?" He chuckled, sarcasm filling his tone. Though, the daughter part seemed pretty realistic to him. But I tried my best to ignore that, like other things that tend to bug the hell out of me. Mom laughed as he walked next to her and gently snaked his arm around her waist, pulling her close to his body.
I snorted. Who am I kidding? Daughter? Yeah fucking right, buddy. "Yeah." I agree, letting a sarcastic chuckle escape my lips. "Your daughter."
My mother smiled at me, giving me a hardly noticable nod, approving my words, even though they weren't ment to be encouraging nor pleased with being his daughter.
There was a moment of silence as the 3 of us stood on Max's front step. A moment to think for me, a moment to gaze for them.
The silence was cutting me to the core until a familiar voice echoed in the backround, pulling me out of my depressing thoughts of Max. Depressing, yet, amuseing...

"MISSY!" My little brother screamed at the top of his lungs as rushed footsteps ran across the hardwood floor of the house. I watched with a smile as an excited Sam Emerson came plowing through the love struck couple and hugged me tight. His rushed weight nearly knocked me off of my feet, yet I kept my ground. I laughed as I wrapped my arms around my little brother's waist and have him a tight squeeze.
"My guitar..." I informed him as he pulled away and shot me a dazzling smile. His fashion sense sucked almost worst than Max's, Almost.
At least he was dressed more like a california-surfer, not like a high school geek.
He still wore his usual attire, of a snowy white t-shirt with florescent shapes plastering the fabric, and tight dark blue jeans. His blonde hair was done perfectly, not a hair out of place, which I took to my own advantage and ruffled his hair with my hand.

"What's up bro?" I asked sarcastically as both Max and my mother chuckled.
"Nothing.. Uhh, Missy Stop!" Sam fought against my hand, trying to grab at my wrist. I chuckled and pulled away with a smile.
"Your still as annoying as ever." He muttered. I rolled my eyes, looking over his 'Interesting Fashion'.
"And your still as.. Orginial as I remember." I shot back. Sam arched an eyebrow curiously.
"What the hell was that suppose to mean?" He asked, both confusion and anger dripped from his voice. I simply shrugged, he should be use to my smart ass comments by now.. But apparently not.
"Whatever you want it to mean Samuel." I replied while giving his hair one last ruffled before looking up at Mom and Max. I studied each of them for a moment, looking over mom's choice of clothing with consist of a flowing grey skirt and tight white blouse, that matched Max's outfit almost perfectly. Her strawberry blonde hair was combed perfectly, as usual.
Is Sam's bad fashion choices seriously rubbing off on EVERYONE in this house.. I hope Mike's different..
And as if he could read my thoughts from far away, none other than Micheal Emerson's booming voice echoed throughout the house.
"Hey, look who's back.. Back again..Missy's back!" My big brother and best friend, Mike libbed one of our favourite songs ((Just Lose It- Eminem)). I laughed as Micheal pushed past the couple standing in front of the door and pulled me into a tight hug. "Tell a friend.." I replied, libbing the next lyrics of the song. I herd Micheal chuckle quietly as we pulled away, a grin tugged at the corners of his lips.
"So.. How about going for a swim.. In the indoor pool?" Mike asked, knowing that this little peice of information would deffinatly perk up my shitty mood. My mouth dropped open as realization set in... Indoor pool?
Sure this was a huge house and all, but.. Indoor pool?
So those pictures mom sent me were, real? I thought she and Sam cut them out of those trashy celebrity magazine to try and trick me.. So this means my room is... Totally BOSS! Along with this AWESOME house!
My smoky eyes lit up with happiness as I glanced at Sammy, waiting for him to confirm, which he did, giving me a simple nod. A smile stretched across my lips as I looked back to Mike who was staring intently at our mother.
"Micheal, she needs so sleep, look at her." Mom interjected her motherly opion on things, clearly forgetting the life of a teenager. Micheal rolled his eyes, even Max quietly chuckled.
"Its her first night in Santa Carla mom.. Do you really think im going to let my little sister sleep?" Micheal replied as he and sam picked up my bags and stood next to me.
Mom and Max laughed in sync, while Sam rested his arm free arm around my shoulder and waited for the 'Okay' to follow Micheal.
Maybe living here wont be so bad after all...
Maybe this could be, fun.

Okay, So I've decided to start yet another story.. Yay! Haha, I really hope you guys like it. But I have to put somethings out there...

For the 'Nerd/Geek' stereotypes, along with the California stereotypes, I didnt mean to offend, im just trying to get my OC into charcter as much as possible. She is seeing Max for the first time, and thinking he is a Geek.. This is coming from a 17 year old, so chill.. No means to insult.:D

((Im not judging))

Also for the California stereotypes about big houses, blah blah blah.. Missy was never in California before, so only judged it by books, tv, magazines, etc.. Once again, this is coming from a 17 year old girl.. haha, trying to get into charcter as much as possible:)Anyways, Hope I didnt offend.. This is for my own entertainment, and for people to read and like:)) Soo.. Now that thats over... Haha, I had to use 'Just lose it-Eminiem', I thought it would fit the situation very well, and show the bond between mike and Missy. :) It will probley be used again, not sure haha:D

Well Read and Review:) Hope you enjoyed so far, ill be sure to update soon:)