Step Brother

Prologue

I'll admit, I've made many mistakes. . . many mistakes, let me tell ya:

Number 1) I "accidentally" kicked my little sisters dog (Total) across the room one time when I was mad . . . in my defense, I was pissed off at the moment and I didn't know that the dog was right under my foot – it was an accident just waiting to happen really.

Number 2) I eat way too much junk-food, and just by doing so I've probably shaved off about 10 years of my life . . .

Number 3) I think too highly of myself, so I always think that I'm right (which I always am, just saying!)

Number 4) Once when I was fostering a littler of puppies (my mom and I have been a foster home for dogs for about 11 years) by mistake I fed the pups the wrong puppy food, causing all of them to have the runs for weeks . . . And guess who had to clean up all their poopies?

Lets just say that I've made too many mistakes to keep track of, kay? But there's still one mistake that stands out from all the rest . . .

Lastly, number 5) I fell in love with my step brother . . .

MPOV

"Max! Get out of the shower!" Gazzy yelled from outside of the bathroom I was in. His small fist banged and pounded on the door, wailing on it. "You've been in there for almost an hour!"

The warm water of my shower rushed down my body and I sighed, "So not happening!"

There was no way in gods name was I getting out of the shower today. No way in hell. Not today.

"But Max! Jeb's bringing over his two kids today! They're finally moving in today!" Gazzy yelled excitedly.

I shuttered, "Gazzy, if I didn't come to Mom and Jebs wedding, and see them get married, why the hell would I want to meet his two sons?" I asked him dumbly as I squirted a hand full of shampoo into my sun-streaked blonde hair.

"Maybe because they're going to be our step brothers now?" He shot back.

Okay, so he had a point. But it didn't change my mind either way.

"I'm not getting out of the shower," I told him firmly.

Gaz mumbled something about having a "too-stubborn-to-deal-with sister sucks" . . . whatever that meant.

My mind just wandered off and time just flew by as I relaxed in the shower . . .

FPOV

Finally, I loaded the last box into the car trunk that was labled "Fang's Belongings" on the front of it. Iggy, my brother, was still hauling a suitcase full of his things out of the doorway of our house when I jumped into the car. I plugged in my black headphones to my ipod and started playing one of my many favorite songs, Hero by Nickleback.

"A little help here, bro?" Iggy yelled, trying to get my attention as he tripped over his humongous suitcase.

I ignored him and turned up the volume to my music.

Today. Today my dad (Jeb), Iggy, and I were moving into my dads wifes house; my new step moms home. Jeb and his new wife (Dr Martinez) had just come home from their honeymoon a few days ago, and they were all too eager to have us too families move in with each other. Dr Martinez was pretty nice. Her kids were alright. Well, at least the ones that I'd met before. Iggy and I still had yet to meet the eldest daughter, Max. She hadn't bothered to get to know us. She hadn't even shown up at the wedding. And seriously, what kind of a daughter doesn't show up at their parents' wedding? I was there for my dad, but Max wasn't for her mom. I already didn't like the sound of this girl . . . she must be some spoiled brat or something. Didn't sound to me that she was the brightest crayon in the coloring box, if you know what I mean . . .

But anyways, I guess that I was a little excited about moving into the Martinez's house – not that I would let anyone know, or tell anyone, but it was change, and I like change anyways. Maybe it would be a good fresh start for me . . . I needed that. I needed to forget about that one regretful night only a couple months ago that changed me forever . . .

"Hey!" Iggy yelled at me as he hopped into the car and sat down next to me "No hablas es ingles?"

"Shut up, you idiot," I replied to him curtly.

"Jeez, I guess someone got off the wrong side of his coffin this morning," Iggy joked, then cracked up laughing.

Sighing, I turned up my ipod as loud as it would go. This was going to be one long car ride to the Martinez's house . . .

MPOV

I was just turning off my shower when I heard the front door to the house open. Then there was many squeals of delight and joyful shouts that followed. Nudge, my sister, had told me that when she had first met the tow sons of Jeb, that they were both hot. She said one of the boys name was Iggy, he was my age – 15. Then there was the oldest son, Fang. Nudge had said that his real name was Nick, but he didn't like that name for some reason. Ha ha! He was probably some dork that thought the name Fang was cool! What did he think? That he was some sort of vampire? Ha ha ha!

He was one year older than me, 16. Whatever. He better not think that just because he was the oldest kid in my house now that he had the most power . . . No way. That was me.

Angel, my adorable youngest sister who was 6 years old, lightly tapped on the bathroom door, "Max, please come out to meet our new family," she said in that very convincing angelic voice of hers. I could just picture her giving me the Bambi eyes and I gave up . . .

Sighing, I called back to her, "Kay, Ange, I'll be out in a couple of minutes, alright?"

"Okay, Max!" She said in a cheerful voice.

So, I heard that Jeb and his kids had come from Boca Raton (Florida) all the way here, to where me and my family were, in Miami Florida. It was about a 45 minute drive from each place.

I stepped out of the shower and yanked a comb through my long curly blonde hair. I dried off, wrapped a towel around myself and walked out of the shower – and slammed right into someone.

FPOV

Jeb knocked on the door of the tall stone mansion that over looked the shoreline of Miami's beaches. He was acting so casual, like every day he starts a new life with his new wife, but I knew it was all just a facade, and on the inside, in his mind he was in panic mode.

"I want you boys to be on your best behavior," Jeb told us for the millionth time. "No goofing off."

Iggy and I nodded again for the millionth time. I knew that Iggy was lying though. You could just tell by the look in his eyes. He was already plotting something . . . But Dad was too anxious at the moment to notice.

Finally, the door opened, and there stood Dr Martinez, her long glossy black hair pulled into a bun, and her dark copper tan skin glowing with happiness. She gave us a brightly white smile then called down the hallway with a sweet motherly voice, "Kid's they're here!"

Nudge, Ella, Gazzy, and Angel, all piled into the door entrance – still no Max.

We'd already met Nudge (who was 11), Ella (who was 14), Gazzy (who was 8), and Angel (who was 6 years old) a couple times before and during the wedding. We had all going out to hang with each other to get to know each other. I think that Iggy and Ella might have a crush on each other . . .

"Please, come in," Dr Martinez (Dr because she was a vet) told us. Her kids came out to help us take all of our boxes, suitcases and belongings inside.

"I don't need any help," I told Gazzy in a cold serious voice when he tried grabbing one of my bags out of the car. He backed away with a cautious look on his face. Unlike Iggy, I hadn't bothered to make friends.

Everyone else was already inside the large mansion, helping Iggy get his things into his new room I guessed. I was left outside alone, gathering all of my things together.

Finally, when I had a grip on everything, I started walking my way inside. I turned down one of the hallways, in hope of finding my room – only to be bumped into someone who was walking out of the bathroom.

"Ooff!" She said as she tripped over one of my bags. She clutched the thin towel around her small lean body as she hit the floor.

I lost my balance and slipped onto the floor down next to her, "Dammit!"

"Watch where you're going!" She yelled at me.

I turned around to face her and got a better look at her.

She had very large, dark brown eyes with flecks of hazel, that were rimmed with thick long black lashes. She had full light pink lips and white teeth. Her skin looked smooth and soft and had a slight tan from the intense sun outside. Her cheeks had a small tint of color to them and across her face were scattered a couple of freckles so small, you would have to be so close to her face like I was just to see them. Perched high were sarcastic eyebrows, and her long damp golden blonde hair fell in loose ringlets down her narrow back.

She was . . . beyond gorgeous. Any model would give up their life just to have a small resemblance to her, you could assume.

I was without words. She gave me a look that said "Are you just going to sit there like an idiot or say something?" But the problem was I didn't know what to say.

"Uh, I'm Max." She said, "And who are you? Iggy? Or Fang?"

"Fang," I told her with as little amount as emotion as I could, "And I'm one of your new step brothers."