A week had passed since you talked to Jamie and it was moving day. She had offered to help but you told her it was fine. You didn't have much shit anyway. All you had was two suitcases and a backpack for lil cal. It looked more like you were going on a trip than moving.

The apartment owner, being as nice as she was, arranged for a cab to come and pick you up. She always was suprisingly kind towards you despite the fact that you nearly burned the whole complex down due to a cooking incident. You guessed she felt bad about Bro since she could of easily called an orphanage and had you shipped out of the place. But instead, she didn't. Hell, she did the opposite. She let you stay for as long as you could before she was forced to collect your rent that you couldn't afford to pay.

You gave her a nod of thanks as you headed out the door. She returned it with a smile and a wave.

You climbed into the cab and watched the apartment complex disappear. It felt odd leaving there. It was your home. No, you and Bro's home.

The cab driver dropped you off at Jamie's house. It was decent sized. Two floors not including an attic and a basement. You knocked on the door and after getting no reply yelled "Jamie your the one who made me come and live with you. You could at least open the fucking door."

You heard her laugh from behind the door and it swung open. "Well hello to you too, Strider"

Her hair was down and her contacts were removed, revealing shocking golden eyes. She held the door open for you and you stepped into the house, bringing your shit with you. She chuckled at your lack of baggage.

"Shit, I know you said you didn't have much but damn." She said "Did you have anything other than clothes in that shitty apartment of yours?"

"Whatever,"

She smiled. You couldn't help but feel a bit glad to see it. You remember how her face used to be set in a scowl ever since Bro died. It was good to see she was getting over it, unlike you.

"John! Jade!" She yelled, snapping you out of your thoughts. "Dave's here!"

Footsteps were heard running upstairs. A boy and a girl about your age rushed down the steps. They both had messy black hair, overbites, and glasses.

"Hi." The girl said cheerfully. "I'm Jade. Its nice to meet you. hehe~" Her hair went to her waist and her two front teeth formed an overbite. Her green eyes sparkled behind round glasses.

"And I'm her brother John," The boy said. "Its nice to meet you." His hair was short, barley touching his neck. Three of his teeth formed an overbite, similar to Jade's, but his was more obvious while Jade's only showed when she smiled. His eyes were blue and looked at you though square glasses. He looked rather derpy, almost...cute.

Woah wait...What the fuck was that? Since when do I call derpy kids cute? Better yet why did I call a derpy guy cute? Shit I've been here 3 minutes and things are already getting fucked up.

"Dave?" Jamie's voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

"Oh, sorry," You said. "Nice to meet you too."

Jamie looked at you carefully. "Hey Jade, John why don't you show Strider to his room. You guys can hang around the house, I'm gonna go make dinner. Any suggestions?"

"Anything other that ramen," You stated. "If I have one more pack of that shit I will fucking puke." You practically lived off of that stuff. If you had one more spoon full, you would lose everything you ate prior to it.

All three of them laughed. "I bet," John smiled.

"Come on," Jade giggled. "Your room's upstairs."

You followed her and John upstairs until you came to a room at the end of the hallway. 'Dave' was carved into the door, no doubt by Jamie herself. Inside the room was a Queen sized bed, a well needed upgrade from your old twin sized, a futon in the corner of the room, a desk for your computer, a small bookshelf, and a decent sized TV. On one wall was a walk-in closet. There were two large windows on the wall opposite the doorway, letting in natural light. Sitting in the far corner of the room was...

"Are those turntables?" You asked, suprised.

"Oh yeah," Jade said.

"Think of them as a welcoming gift." John smiled. A small smile twitched at your lips. A Strider smile. Maybe things wouldn't be as bad as you thought afterall.

"So," You said. "You're Jamie's siblings?"

"Sorta," Jade smiled.

"Sorta?"

"Yeah," John said. "She's not biologicaly related to us. She's our adopted sister."

"Adopted?"

"Yeah," Jade replied. "We used to live in Washington with John's dad. But there was an...incident...which left us as orphans."

"Jamie found us in the hell-hole of an orphanage we lived in and took us in." John finished. You decided not to press further.

"Heh, guess I can understand that." You muttered, slightly bitter. "No gaurdian, no real home, story of my fucking life."

Before any of you could break the silence Jamie's voice floated up from downstairs. "Dinner's ready!"

The three of you headed downstairs. On the table was a fresh salad, a golden chicken cooked to perfection, and a few side dishes such as mash potatoes, vegetables, and some kind of pasta.

You put some chicken, pasta, and salad on your plate and grabbed some apple juice from the fridge. You took a bite of the chicken.

"Holy shit Jamie," You said. "Since when are you a fucking chef?"

The three of them laughed. "Its probably just the fact that you haven't eaten anything except ramen for gog knows how long." John smiled cutely.

shit there it is again. Why do I keep calling him cute?

As you left the kitchen you saw a picture on John's piano. Among the photos of Jade, John and Jamie there was one photo that caught your eye. It was of Jamie and Bro. They looked young, in their twenties maybe, and happy. Jamie was laughing in the picture and Bro stood next to her, smirking wickedly with an arm around her shoulder. The sun reflected off his shades. Standing between them was a 5-year-old you. You had your old anime shades that you had before you got your new ones one and a smile on your face. It made you a bit sad to see that it was all gone.

The rest of the night came and went. John talked eagerly about Nic Cage movies that sounded increadably shitty, Jade talked about her old dog Bec, and you talked about the sick beats you were going to make with your badass new turntables.

Yeah, you think you will like it here after all. Once you get your feelings for a certain derp settled, that is.

Wow two chapters in 9 hours. Its like 2 in the morning where I live so sorry if my grammer and shit is off. Well I hope you all like it as always. God why do I keep killing people? First Bro now Dad. And I'm still yet to introduce Rose DX Well Comments welcome as always :)

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