A/N: First off, I am so sorry for making you guys wait two weeks for this chapter. I've just had serious writer's block on it, but I finally got it done! Thank you guys so much for reading/reviewing/favoriting/following. Reviews are always wanted. :D
Fourty-five minutes later you, Sebastian, Grell, Undertaker and Claude are sitting on your front steps. Well, they're sitting. You're pacing and adjusting their hair and clothes. You step back from tightening the Undertaker's long ponytail and examined your handiwork. You had to admit it, they looked pretty good. Wiping your sweaty palms on your shorts you sit down and rest your chin on your hands. A blue minivan pulls down the driveway, loose gravel crunching underneath its tires.
"Finally." You mutter, standing. The guys follow you down the driveway to where your strange family is clambering out of the old minivan.
Your little brother Nick bounds out as soon as the sliding door is open wide enough for him to. His curly brown hair is a tangled mess and you can see more than a few leaves and twigs caught in the mass. Your parents follow more slowly, your father in his suit and tie, arguing with some unknown person through his cell phone. Your mother; her hair pulled back with a rainbow scarf, tie-dye skirts swishing around her ankles in the gentle summer breeze. Nick runs up to you and shoves a battered shoe box into your hands. You open it gingerly, revealing a dead crab rotting among a pile of wilting tissue paper. The smell of death attacks your nose and you choke, and shove the box into Grell's arms. He takes one look and throws it towards Undertaker with a small yelp. As you and Grell gag, the Undertaker takes the crab from the box and examines it with interest.
"Where did you get this?" You ask. "You guys just drove straight back here."
"Yeah, well, your school is by the coast, and I was bugging Dad, so Mom took us to the beach, and I found this crab on the beach, and Mom said I could keep it." He says all this really fast while bouncing slightly on the ball of his heels. He turns to the Undertaker. "Hey, mister, do you like my crab?"
"Yes, it's a lovely specimen." The rest of their conversation is lost on you as your mother pulls you into a bone-crushing hug.
"Oh, my darling baby! How are you? I was so worried something happened to you! What if you'd been kidnapped? Or raped? Or murdered?!"
"Mom! Nothing happened, I'm fine. Can you please let go of me?" She reluctantly does so, but not before giving you another tight squeeze.
"Are you going to introduce me to your 'hunky' friends?!" She elbows you in the side suggestively and you roll your eyes.
"Nick! Get over here!" You yell. He takes his crab back and jogs over to you. "Mom, Nick. These are my friends from school. The redhead is Grell, glasses is Claude, non-glasses is Sebastian, and the one in the black coffin shirt is the Undertaker."
"Undertaker? That's a weird name." Nick says.
"It's a nickname, genius. He's studying to be a mortician. Guys, this is my Mom and my brother Nick." They shake hanDs and murmur greetings.
"Y/N, help bring in the rest of the luggage." Your father says as he climbs into his car.
"Nice to see you too, Dad." You say with a hint of sarcasm as he pulls out of the driveway. You walk over to the car and begin lugging a large piece of luggage towards the front steps.
"Here." A hand reaches down and takes the luggage from you. You look up and see Claude carrying the luggage towards the house as if it weighs nothing.
"Stupid demon butlers." You murmur under your breath as you follow him into the house.
A/N: Another author's note, yay! Anyway, now that the initial 'setting up of the story' is done, we can to the romance! So, what I would absolutely LOVE is if you guys would tell me who you would prefer it to be with. Claude? Or Sebastian? Message me to let me know!
