Coming To America
Summary: The Belikovs move to Miami, Florida to start a new life for themselves. Viktoria meets a girl in school, Rose. They become friends instantly, so when Viktoria needs a tutor Rose offers to help. Rose starts spending a lot of time at the Belikov household where she meets the deviously handsome, and evasive Dimitri Belikov. With Dimitri's cold exterior, is there any chance for him, and Rose to end up together?
Chapter 1
V POV
Beep Beep Beep Beep, I woke to the sound of my alarm clock. Reaching over onto my bedside table I felt around for it. Finally finding it I slammed my hand down on the snooze button, and closed my eyes. I lay there for a few moments in peace until I heard a loud pounding on my bedroom door.
"Виктория вставать или вы будете поздно для школы." My older brother, Dimka yelled.
"English Dimka." My mama chastised, she'd been pestering us about speaking in English, instead of our native tongue, Russian.
I heard Dimka let out an exasperated sigh before speaking again in English. "Viktoria get up or you'll be late for school."
That's when what he said hit me. School. A new school with new people, new classes, and a new language. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous. What if I slipped up and spoke in Russian or people made fun of my accent, or I was looked at strangely because I spoke broken English. No, I had to think positive, besides from what I could tell people found my accent interesting. I'd received a few questions, and complements the other day at the mall. I can do this. I can make friends. I can fit into American society. I've seen the movies, read magazines, and watched plenty of reality shows.
I got out of bed with a smile on my face, and a new found confidence. Walking to my private bathroom I stripped my pajamas and turned on the water.
I was livid when I found out we were moving to the United Stated, but the house we moved into was a big game changer. Our house was big, not a mansion by any means, but it did have three floors not including the basement.
The bottom floor contained a spacious living room with, much to my distaste light hardwood floors. A sitting room with a large bay window. A large dining room, a family room, which I always thought was the living room, but the person who built this house must've thought differently. There was also a half bath, and the final room, also the biggest room in the house, much to my mother's joy was the kitchen. It had frosted glass cabinets, a lot of them I might add, white granite countertops, a dishwasher, a garbage disposal, a large refrigerator with French doors, and two large ovens, all stainless steel. I'm pretty sure the kitchen was the only reason she choose this house.
The second floor contained four bedrooms, one of which is my own. Each bedroom had a full bath and a walk in closet. There was also an office space toward the end of the hall that no one had claimed yet.
The third floor harbored three more bedrooms, none of which had their own bathroom. There was one bathroom in the hall on that floor, so I was lucky I got a room on the second floor, along with my brother Dimka, my mama Olena, and my Babushka Yeva. My sisters Karolina, and Sonya, and Karo's son, my nephew Paul were the last ones into the house so they didn't get to choose the bedroom they wanted.
I stepped into the shower, and let the scalding hot water run down my back. I spent about ten minutes lathering my hair with shampoo, and conditioner. After rinsing my hair I used a lilac scented body wash I'd bought a few days earlier. After washing and rinsing I stood there for a god five minutes, before stepping out of the shower, and drying off. I slipped on a purple silk robe that ended a few inches below my butt. I walked over to my vanity table and started blow drying my hair. After I'd finished that I brushed my teeth, and laid out my clothes for my first day. I chose a pair of black leggings, a long blue sweater that went down to my mid-thigh, and my black Uggs. After I'd finished dressing, I headed down to the dining room to find black bread, blini, grenki with jam, and ghalushki poltavskie, all Russian breakfast dishes I love. It was nice to see something familiar in this new, perplexing society. Taking a seat at the table I started to fill my plate with food.
"Vika" my mama addressed me "Are you sure you're ready to start, I don't want to push you into anything you're not ready for." A small smile spread across my lips. That was my mother always looking out for someone else's well being.
"Yes Mama I'll be fine, I know I am ready to do this" I responded enthusiasm clear in my voice.
Breakfast carried on with small talk between my family members, and as I watched them I realized this was my new life. I wasn't going back to Russia the place I grew up, the place that held all my memories, the place my closest friends were. We were here in America, and we were staying.
"Dimka, drive your sister to school, please?" my mother asked my older brother.
"Of course I will Mama." He replied standing up, and walking to the kitchen taking his plate with him. I followed eager to get into the swing of things, and explore my new environment.
10 minutes later
"Thanks Dimka" I said getting ready to go into the gigantic building.
"No problem Vika, have a good day, I love you." He said a soft smile gracing his lips.
"I love you too, bye Dimka.'
I got out of his black mustang, and walked up the steps to the school, getting ready to face my biggest fear.
A/N: well this is my first fanfic, and I hope you guys like it. I'll try to update twice to three times a week, depending on how much homework I get. Please read and review. Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated.