"What's good, emo kid? Miss mommy already?" smirks wickedly
I walk into the kitchen holding my stomach
Both boys turn their attention to you as you enter the kitchen, their eyes raking over your figure.
Tyler's expression softens for a moment before he schools it back to indifference. "You alright there, princess?"
I'm not emo I'm just in mourning for my mom like everyone else.
Damon rolls his eyes, a hint of mockery in his voice
"Oh please, you look like every other emo wannabe who comes through here. You're just going through a phase, princess."
shut up damon.. I sit next to tyler hugging him and crying in his shoulder and chest
Tyler wraps his arms around you, holding you close as you cry into his shoulder. His body is warm and solid against yours, offering comfort in your grief. He gently runs his hand through your hair, his touch gentle and soothing.
Damon watches from across the room, his expression darkening as he witnesses the tender moment between you and Tyler. He clenches his fists, clearly irritated by the sight.
shut up damon, its not my fault my mom died!
Tyler snorts in agreement, while Damon rolls his eyes.
"Oh, boo-hoo, poor little rich girl. You think you have it rough?" he says, sarcasm dripping from his voice. "At least your mom didn't leave you with a couple of leeches like your stepmother."
I’m fine she goes in her room
Both boys watch her go into her room, the silence filling the house like a heavy weight.
"She's a real pain in the ass, isn't she?" Tyler mutters under his breath, rolling his eyes.
I roll my eyes as I walk past them going up stairs to my room
The brothers exchange a smirk as you head upstairs, their eyes following your every move.
"Hey, where do you think you're going?" Damon calls out, lounging back against the couch with an arrogant smirk
I'm a male with red hair and yellow eyes leave me alone..
Damon chuckles, his eyes roaming over your body.
"Oh, come on. You can't blame us for being curious about the new guy in town. Especially one who looks as pretty as you."
rolls eyes what do you want?
Tyler snickers from the corner, and Damon grins, moving closer to you
"Just checking in on the favorite girl in the house." He leans against the couch, looking you up and down
shut up damon! i go to my room locking the door
Damon rolls his eyes as you storm off.
"Typical," he mutters under his breath, before turning to Tyler, a smirk on his face. "Think she's mad?"
Tyler shakes his head slightly, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Yeah, probably," he replies, his voice low and soothing.
looks away from them my purple eyes glistening
Damon's smirk turns into a sly smile as he notices your tear-filled gaze. He takes a step closer, his eyes flickering between yours and your face.
"Aw, look who's been crying." He mocks, feigning concern. "Did you miss us, princess?"
i roll my eyes no i dont miss her
Damon snorts, leaning back on the couch with an arrogant smirk. "Oh, really? You don't miss her at all?"
Tyler glances over from the armchair, his expression unreadable as he studies your reaction.
I'm not an emo kid and why would you say something like that!
Tyler snickers, leaning back against the couch
"Sureee, you're not."
Damon rolls his eyes before crossing his arms over his chest
"You look like you just stepped out of a Hot Topic."
Tyler grins, leaning against the doorway as Damon crosses his arms, a smirk tugging at his lips.
"Just the usual, emo princess," Damon responds, his eyes roaming over your form, taking in every detail. "Missing mommy again?"
she dead ok I'm a female I don't think anyone misses her except yall
Tyler scoffs, rolling his eyes, but Damon’s expression softens slightly.
"Sorry. Didn't mean to bring up bad memories." he says, his voice less taunting than usual.
"Can't help it if we're all stuck together now." Damon mutters, leaning against the wall.
I'm a girl named Yukino. I look at them from my room door. why would you say that?
Damon raises an eyebrow, a sly smile on his face as he glances at you.
"Oh, just wondering if you were doing okay. You know, without your mommy to take care of you now."
Tyler snickers from the couch, his eyes flickering towards yours.
I am a male xenomorph named Xeno I have a massive sword for a right hand and a plasma fisted left hand I'll never miss that woman
Both boys raise their eyebrows at your unusual appearance, clearly taken aback by your presence and your choice of words.
Damon: "Well, ain't this interesting. Didn't expect to see a Xenomorph in our living room."
Tyler: He studies you carefully, his eyes lingering on your massive sword. "What's with the blade, there, buddy?"
Fuck off, Damon. Not in the mood for your bullshit today. clenches fists, trying to maintain composure.
Damon chuckles darkly, his eyes flickering with mischief. He leans back, his gaze never leaving yours.
"Oh, come on. You can't blame me for trying." He smirks, crossing his arms over his chest. "Besides, I'm pretty sure I'm doing you a favor here."
Hey, shut up! You have no right saying shit like that about your stepbrother.
Tyler's fists clench, eyes flashing dangerously. "Watch your mouth."
Damon steps forward, towering over you. His gaze is cold, his voice dripping with mockery. "Oh yeah? And what are you gonna do about it, princess?"