Into You.

As soon as Michael closed the door I let the tears fall. This was too much. I try not to cry often, but this, I couldn't handle all of this. My mom was gone, I might as well consider her dead, and I've been thrust into this amazing family that I had no idea how to be part of. Yes I carried that Fuentes last name, but this is the first time that I actually met any family members. I was happy on one hand because maybe this was my shot at having an actual family, but on the other hand, what if things didn't work out? I'm known for fucking things up and that was the last thing that I wanted to do because everyone here seemed so great.

"Hey, Taylor, are you alright?" came a voice and a knock from outside of the, now my, door. I quickly wiped the tears from my face and tried to compose myself as much as I could before opening the door to reveal both Victor and Michael.

"I'm fine." I tried to smile and make my voice come out strong but failed, my voice came out weak and shaky.

"Do you need any help unpacking? We figured that since you're our like, sister now, we better start getting to know you and you us." smiled Victor.

"Sure." I smiled at them and moved out of the way so that they could come in.

"First things first, do not call me Michael, just call me Mike." he laughed.

"And I'm Vic." they smiled.

"Tay." I smiled back at them. So much smiling going around.

"Alright, so let's start unpacking girly!" cheered Mike. I laughed and went over to my 3 suitcases.

"Wait, this is all you have?" asked Vic.

"Yeah, my mom and I moved around a lot so I grew accustomed to only owning only what was most essential." I explained. They nodded in response.

"So basically, it's just t-shirts, jeans, posters and cd's." I added.

I let Vic and Mike unpack the posters and put them where they pleased as well as the cd's.

"Holy, you have a great taste in music." beamed Vic as he arranged my cd's on one of the shelf's.

"Thank you." I said and went back to putting away cloths. After about a 45 minuets, we were pretty much done and were sitting in somewhat of a circle on my bed. They boys just asked me questions like what my favorite color or food or band was. Then they told me a little about the band they were in before Vivian knocked and opened the door to my room. The already permanent smile on her face grew as she saw the three of us getting to know each other.

"Dinner is ready guys." she practically screamed with excitement, The three of us got up and followed her down the stairs and into the dining room area. I waited for everyone to sit down first and then proclaimed, in my head, the chair next to Mike as my own.

Tacos. I love tacos.

After dinner Mike invited me to his friends house because their band would be practicing there. I agreed, but decided to get changed.

I changed from my button up to a Skid Row tank since it was so hot in San Diego compared to how it was in New Jersey. I fixed some strands of my hair back into my hat and then headed back downstairs.

"You have tattoos?!" shrieked Mike as soon as I walked into the living room.

"Yes." I nodded and smiled.

"Lemme see!" he screamed again and ran over to my left arm. I had a "May the Force be with you" along with some other Star Wars related things on my arm.

"Do you have anymore?" he asked.

" I have a light saber on the inside of my middle finger, and 'Jedi' on my left wrist." I explained.

"I love it!" he beamed and then went on to tell me all about his tattoos, which in my opinion were wonderful.

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