So, I'm almost done with The Unexpected and somehow got an idea for this new story. It will be chaptered and probably long. I think that readers of Wrong but right will like it because it will be kind of like that story regarding all the fluff and everything. Except that it is all human of course

Anyway hope you like it.

I put the last box down onto the floor of my new apartment breathing out a small sigh.

Finally, I thought flopping onto the couch- one of my few pieces of furniture that was actually set. I looked around my almost empty room not even knowing how I'm feeling. There were too many things soaring through my mind as my gaze passed over all the unpacked boxes. But it was going back to only one thing-my argument with my mom about moving in here.

"Alexander wait. Why do you want to move all of the sudden?" My mom-Maryse- asked me after I finally managed to tell her I'm moving out.

It took me a week to do so-even after I found the apartment and settled everything with the landlord. I just didn't know how to tell her without it sounding like I want to get away from her and dad-even though that was exactly the reason I wanted to move.

Just not for the reasons they would think.

"Alec look at me." She ordered sternly making me look up immediately. My FBI training to listen to your superiors kicking in. "You don't have to move. There is no reason for you to."

But there is, I thought, but didn't dare tell her; she would ask the unwanted questions I've been avoiding for the past ten years. So I just shook my head.

"Alec…"

"No mom I need to do this." I told her just as I rehearsed it a few hours ago. "I'm nineteen years old. It's about time I get my own place."

"But sweetie there is really no reason to." She said but stopped. "Is it your father? Do you want to leave because of him?"

It's the both of you. I thought before answering. "No." Hoping she will believe me and let it go.

Because the truth was that they are both the reason. The things they say; The way they think; Hurt me even without realizing it. And it's about time I put a stop to it. I need some distance before their homophobic nature makes me crumble.

Before they break me.

But I can't tell them any of this. Because they don't know about me. And I want to keep it that way. So I kept my mouth shot while my mother tried to make me stay but failed.

Because I already decided. And there is nothing that can make me change my mind about this.

I looked around one more time before getting up and starting to unpack.

Here we go. I thought. The beginning of a new chapter.

…

It has been two weeks since I moved out of my parent's house and into my own apartment. And I was finally starting to get used to my new life. It was definitely easier. Not having to look over my shoulder all the time. Seeing my parents only at work. I became more relaxed. Even though Jace and Izzy came almost every day I didn't mind. After all I didn't move to get away from them.

I actually loved the company in the big empty apartment.

Even though I was still trying to get used to the silence- when you live with three siblings that's almost an impossibility- so it's something new.

And I still talked to mom at work. My whole family works at the FBI(Except for my younger brother Max of course who is too young). Since we kind of consider it our family business though he will probably end up working there too when he comes of age.

But I haven't talked to my dad in a long time. Even before I moved out. And I'm glad. I'm not really crazy about him. He doesn't talk much but his gaze is always judgmental. And he has a respect for rules and the old ways. The biggest homophobe, cheater and just everything that I don't like. Everything I want to avoid.

Everyone in the family knows that he only lives in the same house with my mom and siblings because the family doesn't want scandals or gossips and whispers. So everyone pretends that we are all one big happy family while behind closed doors he sleeps in his own room and is practically as cut off from the rest of us as one can be in this situation.

No one complains or says anything though so it's all fine. Everyone is happier this way.

I came to the end of the stairway and started to unlock my door.

Just then the door next to mine flew open and a guy who looked about my age and really hungover walked outside. He looked like he'd dressed in a rush.

Probably did. I thought and sighed remembering all the other I encountered daily.

What is up with my neighbor? I glanced towards the now closed door before stepping into my apartment. I haven't met him yet and honestly I don't think I want to. Throwing parties every single night. And judging by all the hastily dressed and hangover man and woman I meet every morning he is having one night stands too.

Definitely not someone I want to meet. I thought. I just wish he would stop it with the parties for at least one night.

I sighed one more time knowing that that will probably not happen.

My landlord didn't say anything about this. Looking at the connecting wall before walking to my bedroom to get at least a few hours of sleep before work; Feeling tired and knowing that I won't get any good night sleep tonight either.

Did you like it? Tell me what you think. Should I continue?

Angel, I suck at starting new stories. Too many things to put in only one chapter. But ok. If you want me to continue just say so and I will update on Monday. Every chapter should be updated once a week. Meaning every Monday. If you want me to continue of course.

So review please.