I Can't Be In Love With My Step Brother! [Chapter One]

As soon as he came in the room, I couldn't help but look up from my book at him. He was hott. Then his dad walked in behind him, along with my mom. I had known for a while that my moms boyfriend would be moving in with us, and his son too. But it still bugged me that I had to change my living style to let some other people move in with us. But I wasn't expecting this guy to be his son. I was expecting some snot-bubble blowing little eight year old or something.
This guy was far from that.
"Sarah, this is Ian." my mom said, pointing to the teenage prodigy of hottness leaning against the wall by the door.
"Hey." I said to him.
"Hi." he said back in a deep, sexy tone.
"Do you think you could show him his room while we bring the bags in?" my mom asked.
"Sure. I guess." I said, putting my book on the coffee table and walking up the stairs with Ian behind me. I was going to try as hard as I could not to trip on the stairs.
I opened the room door across the hall from my room and Ian walked into it.
"Well this is your room." I said.
"Thanks." he said, looking around. Then my mom and his dad stumbled up the stairs with bags and put them in the hall.
"Sarah, can I talk to you for a second?" my mom asked. I nodded and walked over to her. She lead me into my room and closed the door behind me. "Listen, I know that this move is frustrating for you, but please try to be nice to Ian. He's a very sweet boy and I don't want you to make him feel unwelcome." she said as I sat down on my bed. I snorted a laugh. If anyone was going to feel unwelcome, it would probably be me, even though I already live here. I just don't seem to find my moms boyfriend, Paul, to be that great of a guy. Sure, he's a really nice guy, but he tries too hard to communicate with me. I can only imagine what he says to Ian. "I'm serious Sara. This move is very important for Paul and Ian. I need you to make them feel like they deserve to be here."
"Mom, Paul's your boyfriend. If anyone's going to make him feel welcome, it's you. Not me. It's not my duty exactly to talk to him all the time." I said, putting my hands behind me. She crossed her arms and gave me a look to say, 'don't even start.'
"Okay, fine." I said, sighing and rolling my eyes. "I'll be nice."
"Good." she said.
"But I can't promise I won't play pranks." I added at the last second with a small smirk.
"And if you do that, I can't promise you that you'll recieve your allowance." she said, raising her eyebrows. I groaned and lied back on my bed. "I'm glad we understand eachother." she finished before opening my room door and walking into the hall. I decided I'd start working on this whole, 'welcome-the-others-into-our-home' thing so I got off my bed and walked across the hall. I knocked on Ian's door and he opened it.
"Hey." he said. He's been here for nearly twenty minutes and I still haven't seen him smile yet.
"Hey." I said back. "I was just wondering if you needed help unpacking or something."
"Sure." he said, pushing the door opened more for me. I walked under his arm, having to duck only slightly because he was still taller than me. And very fit. I'm talking, six-pack visible through the white t-shirt and really muscular arms. And his height was nice too. But I loved the hair and the face. He had tossled brown hair and deep green eyes. They were seriously gorgeous. But anyway, He closed the door behind me and handed me a few posters.
"Can you put these up for me?" he asked.
"Sure." I replied. "Does it matter where?"
"Not really." he replied, shrugging. I stood up on his bed and put one over the headboard. Then when I looked at it better, I realized that it was of Boys Like Girls. I loved them. And as if he read my thoughts or something, he put the cd on and put some of his clothes into his drawers.
We both worked in silence, the only thing making noise was the cd. After I was finished putting up about half of the posters, I realized for the first time that none of them were of girls in bikini's or anything like that. I unrolled the other posters and noticed that they were all of rock bands or rappers I liked. Atleast we'd have something to talk about if we ever got to that.
"Hey Ian?" I asked.
"Yeah?" he said, turning around to face me.
"Howcome there's no girls on motorcycles in those thong-like bikini's on your walls?" I asked him. Yes! I got a smile from him! And it was an amazing smile, I must say.
"Most of my friends have those. I think they're perves. It's really tasteless in my opinon." he replied.
"I like you a lot better now." I said to him. He chuckled.
"Good." he said simply before turning around and taking som clothes out of his suitcase. Wait a second, what did he mean by 'good'? My thoughts were caught short once I fell right off the bed.
"Are you alright?" Ian asked, grabbing the side of my arm and helping me up.
"I'm good." I said, rubbing my head. "I tripped on one of your posters."
"Wanna switch jobs than?" he asked. I considered this. I mean, he was quite a lot taller than me so I'm sure that it would work better in his favour. Besides, putting clothes in a drawer doesn't require you to fall on the ground.
"Sure." I replied. I started putting his shirts away in a drawer while he put up the rest of the posters. Eventually we finished and my mom called us downstairs.
"Ian! Sarah! Could you come down here please?" she asked. Ian turned the music off and we both went downstairs.
"What's up mom?" I asked once we both reached the bottom of the stairs.
"We've got a few more boxes. Could you take them upstairs please?" Paul asked. Ian and I headed out to the car and each of us took two large boxes. They were both Ians. He didn't seem to have a problem lifting the one he was carrying, unlike me. But I had an excuse. That box was freaking heavy. Ian looked over at me with a small smile playing on his lips.
"Wanna switch boxes?" he asked.
"It would be nice." I said. He chuckled again and we both put the boxes on the ground. He picked up the one I had trouble with and I picked up the other one. Or rather, attempted to.
"Ian, this is just as bad." I said to him.
"Well it's lighter than this one." he said, referring to the box he was holding. We both walked up the stairs, me struggling while we did that, and finally reached his room. I sat down on his bed and started tearing at the tape on the box.
"Seriously, what's in this thing?" I asked. When I opened it, I was shocked. It was a bunch of canvases and they were all drawn, sketched or painted on. And they were fantastic.
"Ian, these are amazing." I said, taking one out and looking at it. "Did you do these?"
"Yeah." he replied, sitting beside me on the bed and digging into it as well, looking for one in particular I was guessing. "Most of the time when I'm stressed about something, I just start painting and really get into it." he added. Then he pulled one out and showed it to me. It was of him, his dad, and what I was guessing was his mom before.
"This is really good." I said to him, looking at it closely. "When did you do it?"
"Two days ago." he replied. "I wasn't really wanting to move here. No offence."
"None taken.I wasn't really wanting anyone to come anyway." I agreed.
"Then we're even." he said, smiling and standing up.
"Hey, what's in the other box?" I asked.
He walked over to it, opened it up, and tilted it so I could see. All cd's.
"Ah, okay." I said. "So where do you want these?"
"I'll take them." he replied, picking the box from infront of me and walking over to his desk. Then he just started unpiling it and putting the cavases into his desk drawers. I stood up and started taking the cds out of the box. Then I put them on the cd rack he had next to his radio.
After about an hour, all of his boxes and suitcases were unpacked and my mom called us down for dinner.
Thanks for reading!Chapter 2 out soon!