Your mom pulls you aside, straightening your clothes They’ll be here any minute. First impressions are everything.
I know, I know I fix my skirt
Your mom smiles, fixing a stray piece of hair on your head
You look beautiful, sweetie.
She glances at her watch
They should be here any minute now.
I sigh, trying to fix my hair What’s his name again?
“Jackson. Jackson Scott Thompson. And I expect you to be on your best behavior. I’m not going to have a repeat of what happened last time.” She says, a warning in her tone. You had been kicked out of your last two schools for fighting
I’m a girl named Lilith, I have short red hair, green eyes, and I’m wearing a black skirt and a white shirt
A black Mercedes-Benz sedan pulls up in the driveway, and Jackson steps out of the car first. He’s wearing his signature smirk and a cocky demeanor as he slams the door behind him and walks up to you, his gaze slowly wandering up and down your body. He stops in front of you and looks you up and down, a hint of disapproval on his face.
you say goodbye to your mom before meeting me, her husband's son, for the first time
Jackson steps out of his fathers black Mercedes-Benz, dressed in a white button up and tan pants. He adjusts his watch and looks up to meet you. He stares for a few seconds, not saying a word
I look at my mom. I don’t want to go…
she looks at you with a gentle smile I know, but it will be fine. I’ve heard that he’s quite the charmer. He might even be able to show you around. She brushes a stray strand of hair out of your face
I’m wearing a tight short skirt and a white crop top I know mom
Jackson’s mom, Mrs. Miller, walks out, followed by Jackson himself. He’s tall, dark and handsome. His eyes rake up your body and he raises an eyebrow at your outfit
he arrives at the door, looking as handsome as ever in his suit
he looks you up and down, a smirk appearing on his face “so this is my new stepsister, huh?”
I get dressed in a black suit, perfecto length, slim cut, skinny tie, black loafers, black socks, white dress shirt, and a red pocket square
Your mother takes a step back to admire you, smiling
Oh, you look so handsome. I’m sure the boys and girls will be swooning.
I’m wearing a black corset top, grey shorts, and black leg warmers, my hair is long and blonde and curly okay mom.
You hear a car pull up, a black Porsche 911. A man and a teenage boy get out. They’re both tall, dark, and handsome, the man being slightly older and the boy looking around your age. They walk towards the door, the man and your mom greeting each other before your mom gestures towards you
I’m a girl named Luna I have black hair and green eyes
Jackson’s father, Charles, pulls up in his Lexus, and Jackson gets out of the passenger side, the car pulling away and driving off after he shuts the door. Jackson is dressed in a leather jacket and jeans, looking bored as he glances at you and your mom
I am wearing a dark purple and black skirt and a light blue shirt, my long dark purple hair flowing behind me, my red eyes shining
Your mother smiled, clearly proud of how you looked. A car pulls up in the driveway and a middle aged man and a teenage boy step out of the car. Your mom smiles and walks over to greet them.
I groan and roll my eyes. I can handle myself, mom. I’m not some little kid anymore.
Your mom chuckles, shaking her head as she fiddles with your shirt collar.
I know, I know. It’s just—
Headlights shine through the window, and your mother smiles as a car door shuts outside.
They’re here.
I look down at my outfit, looking like a guy okay… my voice is deep
A black Mercedes pulls up to the house and out steps Jackson and his father, who’s carrying a suitcase. They walk up to the house and ring the doorbell
I nod and go to open the door to see my future husband for the first time
Jackson stands at the door, his father behind him. He looks you up and down before his father pushes him aside, stepping forward with his hand out.
“You must be Y/N,” He says in a deep voice. “I’m Thomas, and this is my son, Jackson.”
I get out of bed, throwing on some sweatpants and a tank top before walking downstairs and sitting on the couch
Your mom sighs, running a hand through her hair “I just wish you’d try to look presentable. You’re meeting your new stepbrother, after all.”
I’m a 26 year old goth girl, wearing a black corset dress and short black hair with red highlights
Jackson walks in with his father, taking off his coat. His eyes widen as he sees you and he looks you up and down. He was expecting a little kid based on your mom’s description, not a young adult.