Sibling Rivalry
Chapter 1 First Day of the Rest of His Life
Mike sat on the plane, his book open in front of him. He once again picked up the book, "The rain poured down..." he heard the door open to the bathroom. He sighed as he again looked down at the book, "the rain poured down..." A picture of him and his mother during a rain shower filled his mind. He sat the book down on the tray in front of him. This is what happened every time he attempted to read. He would read one sentence, some thing would catch his attention, he would try reading it again, then his thoughts would wander to somewhere, some other time, a time where she was still alive. This would go on and on until he finally would give up and set the book down.
The voice of a woman came over the plane's intercom. They were just about to land. He knew he had no more then 30 minutes before he would have to face his new world. He didn't know much about it. He knew that his mother grew up there; she lived there until her family moved them out to CA. That is where he had been born just 7 months later. He knew that his father lived there as well as his Uncle, Grandfather, Grandmother, and Great Uncle. He didn't know anymore. Well he did know the name of his father. That was about all the information the social worker could tell him. She told him the name as he boarded the plane, and was told that his father would be waiting for him in Charlotte North Carolina when he landed.
Nathan Scott. He ran the name through his head again; he had heard that name a million times. One half of the famous Scott brothers. NBA's most famous players. Brothers that were only 3 months apart, and both played for the Carolina Bobcats. He also played basketball; he had played his entire life, since he was old enough to pick up a ball. He had the same last name but never even thought that he would be related or even the son of Nathan Scott. His mother had told him that his father did not know about him and he had been okay with that. Up until his mother's death, then it bothered him. His mother had left him to his father. He would have to fly across the country to live with a family that had only found out about him 4 days prior. He had no idea what they were like, or what they thought of him. He just wanted to be back in CA with his friends, with the people he grew up with. But his mother had made it very clear in her will that she wanted him to live with his father. Get to know him and his family.
He found this ironic; she wanted him to get to know that family that never even knew about him. But there was nothing he could do about it; he was only 15, about to be 16. He would have to live with his father until he turned 18. Two years, two years and one day. 761 days. 17,544 hours. 1,052,640 minutes. 63,158,400 seconds until he could be on his own. Until then he would have to be with his father, Nathan Scott.
He took a deep breath, the plane was now at the gate, and everyone was in the isle making his or her way off the plane. He just sat there, waiting until he had to get off. He saw as the last person was just about off before he stood and grabbed his bag off the floor. He took another deep breath as he made his way off the plane and through the gate. He walked through the gate door and took a look around, it was evening and the airport was filled with people. He noticed the sign pointing down the escalator for the baggage claim. He would have to meet his father outside of baggage claim that was the furthest anyone with out a boarding ticket could get. He had learned in school that it was for safety. They had done that only 21 years prior, 5 years before he was born. After the terrorist attack of 911. He was happy to have a couple more minutes to himself before he would have to face his father. He rode down the escalator and walked to baggage claim. His bag was the only one left on the conveyer belt. He grabbed his bag and made his way past security and towards the glass doors.
He noticed him right away, he knew exactly who he was. He stood there with his arm around a smaller woman. He assumed it was his wife, his stepmother. There was a boy standing next to him holding a small girl with curly auburn hair. Two girls looking around 12 or 13 stood on the other side of his father, next to the women. One of them was holding hands with a small girl; she looked around 4 or 5. He took a deep breath as he pushed the door open and walked through. He started walking towards them; it took his father only a second before he spotted him. He walked towards them stopping a couple feet away.
"You must be Mike." Nathan said as the young boy in front of him stopped walking. He held out his hand for him to shake. He really didn't know how this was supposed to go, it wasn't like there was a manual on this. "I'm Nathan."
Mike shook his hand, he could tell that he was nervous; he knew that it was a weird situation; it was weird for all of them.
After a moment of silence Nathan decided he should introduce Mike to everyone. "This is my wife Haley," he pointed towards the women that he arm was around. "And these are our kids." He pointed to the boy standing next to him. "Nate, and the little girl is Sarah. That is Jessica, Natalie, and Cynthia." Nathan pointed to each of the girls as he said their names.
"Hi," Mike didn't really know what else to say. All of them were his siblings, well half siblings. They all had the same father but different mothers. Their mother was this Haley women, his, his was Brooke Davis.
"Well Mike why don't we head home." Haley offered, she hoped that once they got home it would be a little more comfortable. She knew that if it was hard on them, it had to be hard on him. He had just lost his mother, and then had to fly across the country to live with people he didn't even know.
"Okay," was all Mike could say. It wasn't his home; his home was back in CA. His home was the house that he grew up in with his mother.
The car pulled up in front of a large house several stories high. It looked to have four floors at least. It had only taken them 15 minutes to get to the house from the airport. There was a large gate surrounding the yard and driveway.
His father turned off the car and opened the back door of the SUV pulling out his suitcase. Mike watched as Nate picked up the little girl out of the car seat and headed towards the front door of the house. He watched as one of the girls helped the younger one out of her booster seat. He followed his father into the house.
"Nate could you show Mike to his room please?" Haley asked as Mike stood near the front door. She hoped that Mike and Nate could get along, they were nearly the same age, and hoped that they could become real brothers.
"Sure thing mom." Nate replied as he made his way up the stairs. He walked past Mike and the suitcase still holding Sarah in his arms. "Can you grab the suitcase?" Nate asked motioning to the baby in his arms.
"Oh, yeah." Mike replied snapping out of his own world. He had forgotten for just a moment that he was in North Carolina not California.
Mike followed Nate up a flight of stairs, around a corner and up two more flights of stairs. He couldn't get over how big the house was; it felt like it just kept going. He was already on the fourth floor, and more then likely the house had a basement as well.
"How many levels are there?" Mike asked out of curiosity.
Nate turned around looking at the boy behind him; he had forgotten that he probably wasn't use to a house this big, from what his dad had told him he lived with only his mom. "It has 5 levels," he replied.
They walked down a hall with several doors on each side. They stopped at the last door on the right. "This is your room." Nate opened the door for Mike to enter.
Mike entered the room looking around, it was huge, it was at least 4 or 5 of his old bedrooms in CA. He had thought that his old room was pretty big, but compared to this one it was a dollhouse. Inside the room there wasn't much, a king size bed, 2 dressers, a couple shelves, a desk with a flat screen computer and two doors.
"That door leads to the closet," Nate pointed towards one of the doors. "And that door lead to the bathroom." He walked over towards the door opening it to reveal a huge bathroom. "My room is on the other side, we will share the bathroom." he replied as they walked back in the bedroom. "Well I better go and get her ready for bed, the kitchen is on the main floor, there is also a mini kitchen in the middle of each floor, um Mom and Dad's bedroom is on the floor below us, and the girls rooms are scattered throughout the house. If you need anything just ask dad." Nate started to walk towards the door but turned back to face Mike. "Oh, yeah, Sarah will more then likely wake up around 3am or so, she doesn't like sleeping through the night yet. Just thought I would let you know in case she wakes you up, she has a set of lungs on her as dad says. Sometimes she will wake them up downstairs."
"She doesn't sleep downstairs with them?" Mike asked. From what he knew babies normally slept in the same room as their parents until about 5 or 6 months, she looked only around 3 months.
"Huh?" Nate asked, and then it hit him. Mike thought that Sarah was his sister. "No, Sarah isn't my sister." he replied. "She's my daughter, she sleeps in my room for now." and with that Nate left the room through the bathroom.
Mike sat up quickly, sweat dripping off his face. He looked around the room trying to figure where he was. He had a horrible nightmare that had woken him up. He had dreamt that his mother had been killed in a car accident and that he had been forced by social services to move to North Carolina to live with his father. The father that he had never even known.
He glanced around the room, it was huge, and he didn't recognize it. That's when it hit him it wasn't a nightmare. It really had happened. His mother had been killed in a terrible car accident and he was in North Carolina in his father's house.
Mike looked at the nightstand on the side of the bed, the clock red 6am. It was now March 3rd 2022. His 16th birthday and he would have to celebrate it without his mother. Mike stumbled out of bed, rummaging through his suitcase for a pair of basketball pants to throw over his boxers. He headed out of his bedroom and into the hall. It took him a couple minutes to find his way to the stairs and towards the main floor.
As he made his way through the living room towards the kitchen he noticed all of the pictures on the wall. There were several of his father and his wife. There were also several photos of the whole family as well as single photos of each child. Mike also noticed a photo of Nate holding a very newborn Sarah in the hospital. He knew that Nate was younger then him, he couldn't imagine having a child at 15 and raising her.
As Mike neared the kitchen he could smell food already being cooked. Mike entered the kitchen and noticed his father sitting at the table with the newspaper and a mug of coffee.
"Sarah got you up already Nate?" Nathan asked without looking up. When he received no response he looked up, quickly regretting what he had said. "Sorry Mike, I thought you were Nate."
"That's okay, is he usually the first one up?" Mike asked as he made he was to the kitchen table.
"Yeah, Sarah's normally got him up between 5am and 6am. She's definitely an early riser." Nathan replied with a laugh. "So what's got you up so early?"
"Nothing really, just haven't been able to sleep that well lately." Mike asked avoiding eye contact with his father.
"Oh," was all Nathan could say. He really didn't know how to act around Mike. He had known him for not even 24 hours yet. "Is there anything you would like to do today? We need to get you registered for school, and get anything you might need for your room."
"I'm fine, I've got my basketball and books, so I'm good." Mike replied.
"You play?" Nathan asked in surprise. He hasn't expected Brooke to have Mike playing basketball.
"Yeah, ever since I was old enough to hold a ball I have been playing. I was on Varsity last year, our team won state.'
"Well I know Nate's team would be more then happy to have you on their team, they lost at state last year. I can guarantee you they would love to win state this year."
"Yeah, sounds like fun. Do you have any good bookstores near by?" Mike asked.
"That would have to be something to ask Haley or my brother Lucas, they're the readers of the family. Is there a book you want to get?" Nathan asked out of curiosity.
"Not in particular, it's just always been a tradition to get a book on my birthday every year and I thought that I should continue it." Mike replied. It was obvious that his father didn't know that today was his 16th birthday.
"Today's your birthday? I'm sorry Mike, I didn't know. How about the whole family goes out for dinner tonight to celebrate. Your choice. Tomorrow is Nate's birthday so we will go out where he wants tomorrow, but tonight is your choice." Nathan was caught off guard that Mike's birthday was only one day away from his other son. He couldn't believe how similar this situation is to his and Luke's. This time instead of Luke being three months older then him, Mike is only one day older to Nate.
Mike thought for a second, he couldn't believe that he was only one day older then Nate. It was weird, technically he was the older brother, but only by one day. "Yeah, sure." Was Mike's only response. He could go out to dinner with them, but right now they weren't his family, not yet anyway.
Please Read and Review. Tell me what you think of the story so far. I have the first 5 chapters written. I am in need of a beta. Someone to spell check the story and read the chapters before I post them. Please e-mail me if you are interested.
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