I've lived in Las Vegas ever since I was born and honestly, life was good. Then my dad left and my mom became depressed. Everything became difficult, EVERYTHING. She couldn't even get out of bed without crying for at least an hour. But many months and gallons of tears later she started to date some random guy from her job and now they're engaged. Go figure.

Now all my mom says is "maybe you should find someone". And I really did try but no one really felt right. Then they moved in. The Morgans. They looked perfect through my bedroom curtains. A beautiful mother and two gorgeous daughters. The only thing a little off was that they had more boxes than a family of three needed. I decided to be the gentleman that I was and went to go help them.

After a few strange looks, how do you do's, and a brief explanation, I was on my way to making a new friend. That all happened a year ago and now Desiree Morgan and I are amazing friends. Sarah thought I was great but our age gap was was a little to big for us to be friends. But everything has really changed for the better and I'm glad my dad left because none of this could've happened if he had stayed. So thanks daddy for being a douche.

But anyway in the first few weeks of getting to know the Morgans Desiree mentioned that she had a brother but I dismissed that because she also said he was away at boarding school. I'd seen pictures around the house and he was a good looking kid, well build, pretty handsome, but I only say kid because it seemed like there were no pictures of him after age 16. A tad bit strange but I could work with it.