Into You.

After the 7 hour flight which felt a lot longer than 7 hours, I went over to baggage claim and waited until I saw the three of mine. They were red, and had a white tag on them. Easy to spot. Once I grabbed all the thee of them I just stood there.

What am I supposed to do now? I didn't know who I was looking for.

I sighed and began making my way to some seats by a huge 'Exit' sign, maybe walking around would do better. After about 15 minuets of nothing, I decided to walk to the Starbucks that was inside of the airport. I guess I should start figuring out what it is that I'm supposed to do now exactly. Maybe my mom's sister was just made up and I was alone from now on.

"Taylor?" came a woman's voice from my right. I turned and saw two short people. The lady had white..ish blonde hair and huge smile on her face. The man, was a little taller than her, not by much, and had dark hair.

"Yes that's me." I smiled politely at them.

"Oh sweetheart, I'm Vivian Fuentes, and this if my husband Victor, it's so nice to meet you." she smiled widely and hugged me. I hugged her back after a couple of seconds. Contact wasn't something that I was exactly used to.

"Nice meeting you too. For a second there, I thought that my mom had lied to me about having family out here." I smiled at them. They laughed back and Victor helped me carry my bags to their car. Vivian kept asking me questions and I did my best to answer all of them appropriately.

"Well, we have a room set up for you, it used to be the guest room, but now it's yours, you can paint it or do whatever you want with it." she smiled at me and then began telling me about her two sons. She said that her oldest, Victor was 19 and that her youngest Michael, was 17, like I was. The way that she gushed about her children was rare to me. I never heard anyone talk about their kids with so much love, admiration and proudness. It was wonderful really, listening to her talk. She seemed so excited, and that made me smile. I only wish that I could be more excited just for her. I was nervous though. Beyond nervous.

Eventually we pulled into this nice little house. Well, it wasn't exactly little, it was beautiful. The grass was well kept and vibrant green. There was a fence and a couple of stairs leading up to the porch and then the front door. We parked outside the garage and began getting my 3 suitcases since that's all I had.

"My boys are so excited to meet you." beamed Vivian, which caused me to smile nervously in return. We went into the house and it was just as beautiful as the outside was. The little corridor led to a very clean living room. It was one of those living rooms that was really clean, but still looked lived in, which I liked. On the other side of that little corridor was the kitchen, and it had one of those island things in the middle. I've always wanted to live in a house with one of those. Then there was a bar and on the other side of that, there was the dining table.

I was lead into the living room where Victor called his sons downstairs. The anticipation grew. There was no way that I would fit it, I just knew it. I was wearing a button up plaid shirt, mainly to hide the tattoos that I had on my arms, black ripped skinny jeans, and my worn out converse. My hair was in two braids and I was wearing a hat with my glasses.

Two boys finally came down the stairs and stood in front of me.

"Taylor, this is Victor," began Vivian. Victor. The bigger of the two, but definitely the smaller of the two smiled and said hello. He had shoulder length brown wavy hair. He was short, maybe my height, and was wearing a The Devil Wears Prada tank with some cut of jean shorts and vans.

"And this is Michael." she finished. Michael, the youngest and tallest, looked me up and down before saying hello and smiling at me. Michael was extremely tall, and was also wearing a tank top. He wore faded black jeans and some sandals. He had a couple of tattoos on his both of his arms as well and had really think black medium length hair. I smiled at them all. The Fuentes family, standing right in front of me.

All I wanted to do at this point was breakdown and cry or scream or anything remotely close to that. Here was this perfect looking family, taking me in because my parents couldn't care less about my or their well being. They just looked so perfect and despite making me happy for them, it made me sad and angry that I never got to have anything like this. I've never had a stable home, I've never had a sibling or loving parents that gushed about me and were extremely proud of me and wanted to share every detail about it to their friends.

After a couple of seconds of smiling, Vivian instructed Michael to show me to my room. Michael nodded and told me to follow him up the stairs.

"This is my room." he stated and pointed to the first door on the left of the hallway.

"This is Vic's room." he continued and pointed to the door on the left towards the end of the hallway.

"And this is now your room." he smiled and opened the door. My room was next to his room but on the opposite side.

"My parents room is downstairs, 'mI pretty sure that you saw the hallway kind of under the stairs, well, that's where their bedroom is and there is also another rest room down there, or all the way down this hall." he informed me.

"Thank you." I smiled up at him.

"No problem. I guess I should let you unpack and stuff now, dinner should be ready soon, and if you need anything else, Vic and I are down the hall." I nodded as he left the room and closed the door behind him.

How am I ever supposed to get used to a place like this?

Notes

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