Alison's POV:

I have just finished packing my last box the following day and it's a success. I have gotten my room to look exactly the way I want it. My bed in the corner of my room against my wall as my desk goes at the foot of it. My dressed was underneath my flat screen TV and my closet was filled with my clothes. I was finished! I couldn't wait for my brother to get here. He just graduated from NYU. His graduation was nice and he was Salutatorian. The reason he came a day later is because his girlfriend was being a bitch but he's like the best person in the world. He had dark hair and dark eyes like me. The only difference is the attitude. It's much harsher. He's overly protective about me and... boys. That's why I never really dated. He and my father would turn the guy away and after a while I just gave up. I paced down the steps and presented myself in the family room. Michael is a different story.

"I finished my room and I'm very proud of it."

"It only took you the entire night" My mother laughs and folds down the page on her book. "Your father wants to talk to you."

"About what?"

"I have no clue but he looked upset." Beau's twenty one right? Jake is twenty three. That's a little nauseating. I already know that Jake and my brother is going to be the best of friends.

"What did I do?" I ask nervously.

"I have no clue. " She chuckles with a lovely smile and quirks an eyebrow. "Did you do anything?"

"No." I say then hurriedly add. "Not that I can think of."

"Then you'll be fine. He's in the backyard." I nod at her and play with the hem of my shirt whilst making my way outside.

He is currently sitting at the wooden table cleaning his gun. He has one on the job and one for at home. I sat in the chair opposite of him and picked up one of the copper colored murderers.

"You wanted to talk to me?"

"Yeah..." He looks up and smirks. "I don't want you hanging around Beau  and his friends." Straight to the point. I hate being the youngest.

"We just moved here..." I start but he cuts me off.

"I don't think it's appropriate for you to hang around grown men."

"Dad... they were just getting to know me. I did the same with them."

"I don't care. They're grown ass men."

"They seem nice."

"If you have to second guess their personality then it's most likely a bad thing, sweetheart."

"I'm positive that they're nice guys." I snicker. "Don't make this an issue."

"I'm not making it anything. You're my daughter and I'm looking out for your safety."

"I understand that but... you're a police officer. That intimidates people at the sound of it."

"What do you want me to do, Sonny?" He places his unloaded gun on the table and shakes his head in confusion.

"Leave it be."

"You're my daughter. I don't want you hanging around them."

"Why? They aren't going to hurt me."

"You don't know that," he snaps softly. I slump back in the chair and roll my eyes.

"Sonny..."

"Dad..." I mock.

"I don't want you around them like you were yesterday. Not until I know that they're decent. Are we clear?"

"Yes, sir." I mumble and drop the bullet on the table.

I know he's looking out for me but the way he does it is too over protective. He's worse than Jake. I don't think I'll ever be able to date while my father and brother are in the way. I trudge in the house, flopping on the couch with my head in my mother's lap. She lowers her book and places it beside her.

"What did he want?" She questions, running her fingers through my hair.

"I'm not allowed to fraternize with the opposite sex."

"Well..." She laughs lightly. Why is she laughing? "I knew that was coming. I kind of agree with him."

"What?" I exclaim "You're supposed to be on my side."

"Don't worry, honey. I'll talk to your dad about it. And then Jake."

"Yeah, let's not forget the miniature Warden." I grumble and relax on my mother's lap.

About two hours later, the front door opens while I'm  in the kitchen making a sandwich and in step some guy. Three seconds later I realise that the guy is my brother. Jake is tall as hell. He's like 6'2. He needs to shrink because it's not fair when we fight. He's more muscular than I seen him three months ago. He was already muscular but now it looks like his muscles had been more defined and right behind him was his best friend Derek. Derek is a 6'1" guy with muscles also but he's always had them. He has short dirty blonde hair and light brown eyes.
What happened to him?

"Hey." He breathes out and drops his bag on the floor, knowing that I'm getting ready to jump on him. I take two steps toward him and throw my arms around him. I hug him tightly and laugh.

"I missed you, stranger," I mutter.

"I knew you loved me," He teases and kisses the top of my head.

"Yeah, yeah." I groan "I got the bigger room with a balcony."

"I don't care" I released him with a smile "All I need is a bed and a TV and I'm happy."

"You're a modern day caveman. " I step over to Derek who narrows his eyes at me and smirks. I do the same and fold my arms. "I still don't like you."

"The feelings mutual." He spits back. I broke out a smile and hug him the same way I hugged my brother. He laughs and squeezes me tight, lifting me off the ground. The air was being squeezed out of me. I painfully laugh and pat his back.

"How've you been?"

"Eh, fine..." I answer when he placed me back on my feet.

"You look the same... except for that pimple right there." I point to a nonexistent bump on his face and giggle.

"Yeah and you have a huge zit in the middle of your forehead." He teases back. I walk back in the kitchen and finish making my sandwich that I almost forgot about.

"Where'd those guns come from?" I point to my brothers muscles with the knife I'm about to use to cut it the sandwich in half.

"I... was always this buff" He states cockily.

"You were less buff three months ago."

"I joined the gym because I was looking thin. Plus, I want a California girl." I drop the knife on the counter and my eyes grew happily. Any girl that's much nicer than Lucy is good with me.

"You did it for a girl?"

"Mhm..."

"The majors didn't work you guys out enough?"

"No, they didn't" Derek answers.  "They sucked ass."

"Wow, you sound upset."

"I am upset. You can't tone down a workout for a fit person. That workout was perfect for Jake but for me it was cake."

"You sound like a tool," Jake scoffs.

"So the fuck what?" I grin and shake my head.

"Anyway..." Jake cut in. He takes half my sandwich and walks away. He just took half my sandwich? I shrug it off and start eating the other half.

"Come here for a second!" He calls back while he's walking up the steps. Derek behind me before he gets to the top of the steps and split to his new room. I follow behind my brother and lean in the doorway of his room.

"This is disgusting. Why are you still a vegetarian?" He motion to the sandwich in his hand before taking another bite.

"I don't eat meat."

"But you used to and that whole... 'It doesn't taste right bullshit' is bullshit."

"They hurt animals and that's not good. It's horrible."

"This sandwich is horrible," he shakes his head and pops the last of it in his mouth. He only ate it because he's greedy and hungry.

"What?"

"I know I missed your sweet sixteen and I'm sorry. Happy Belated Birthday," he reaches in his bag and takes out a red colored box. I take it from him slowly and open it up. A tear dropped shaped Peridot necklace that had diamonds lined around it make my eyes light up. I almost choke on the small sandwich piece I have in my mouth. The gems are so sparkly and shiny.

"I can't take this." I say and hand it back to him. He shakes his head and smiles. "My birthday was seven months ago." He was too busy with midterms to come to my party and I guess he didn't have money to give me anything at graduation.

"You can't give back a birthday present."

"It must've been a fortune."

"You were worth it and it's for you sixteenth,  he takes the gold chain and makes me turn around so he can put it on. I lift my hair with the hand that isn't holding the sandwich and wait for him to clip it. "There..."

"Thank you..." I say meekly. "It's really pretty."

"I picked it out myself." He says proudly.

"Wow, I'm glad your taste changed. I might've been wearing something way too flashy and... ugly." I love the necklace, it's even more sentimental since my brother gave it to me. It's probably my favorite thing in the world now.

"Haha." He deadpan, "Derek has your other gift."

"Derek!" I call out but he's already stepped beside me. He hands me a square box that is wrapped up in silver paper. He gestures for me to open it. I peels the paper off and let it drop to the floor. My eyes grow in size when I see what it is. A white iPhone 7. Wow... a new phone. Thank god because I was ready to throw my old one across the room! "I can't take this either."

"You can't give back a birthday present. It's the rules." He points out.

"Yeah but..."

"I don't want to hear it" He exclaims with a smile.

"Thanks..." I snicker and hug him from the side.

"Where's my creators?" Jake asks.

"Dad got called in and mom went to the supermarket

"Ah. Is that why you're eating a sandwich?"

"Yup" I sigh and watch him inhale a breath of air. "You want to meet the neighbors?"

"Are they girls?"

"No, you pig. They're guys."

"What are you doing with the male neighbors?" Derek asks curiously.

"They were nice to me when we got here yesterday," I explain and start walking out of the room. They scoff and follow out behind me. Derek is really like my brother. I wouldn't be surprised if he secretly was.

"Can you at least put some clothes on?" Jake hints; his brotherly senses are tingling.

"I have on a pair of shorts and a tank top."

"The shorts are short and the top is tight and exposes a lot. You look like a..."

"Slut? It wouldn't be the first time you said that." His jaw clenched shut and he hopelessly muttered a 'sorry'. Jake and I were fighting once over whether I should date or not because he saw me kiss my boyfriend at his graduation. I had on a dress that showed leg and cleavage. He said I was dressed like a slut. "I was lounging around the house, that's why I'm dressed like this."

"And you're about to go out. You should change. You know, men... guys. The neighbors."

"No." I state and round the side of Beau's house. He pulls my arm back and reprimand me.

"Go change your clothes."

"No, it's hot as hell out here." I knew he'd be mad at me for protesting but oh well. Let me live! I open the fence and step onto his green grass. The first person I see is Grayson. He waves and looks at my brother and Derek.

"Hey, Sonny" He says. Beau and his sexiness looks at me and all I want to do is kiss him. Maybe he has a girlfriend... Why am I worrying about that when he's older? Then I snap back to reality and realize that my eyes are still transfixed on him. He smirks and chuckles lowly. I don't know why he smokes though. It's disgusting. Cancer sticks kill you eventually. He blows out a mouthful of smoke that made my nose scrunch.
Oh, god!

"Hey..." I say back. I stand next to Bryce who's  looking at my brother and his friend weirdly. Jake quirks an eyebrow at all four of the guys that are now looking at him. Questioning his existence...

"This is my brother, Jake and Derek. Jake and Derek this is Bryce, James, Grayson and Beau." My voice breaks when I said his name. That's a little odd.

"You didn't tell us you had two brothers. As in plural..." Grayson says and pats Jake's shoulder.

"Oh, no. Derek is his best friend." I gesture to Jake.

"Oh... you have a very nice sister."

"Yeah, so I've heard." He says. I slap his chest with the back of my hand and mentally regret it because Jake got buff. James laughs and shakes hands with Jake then with Derek.

"You two should hang out. Wait..." James says "...how old are you?"

"Twenty three."

"And you, Derek?"

"Twenty three." Derek answers and runs his fingers through his hair.

"Hm... let's break out some beers." I try my hardest to keep my eyes off of Beau but it's not working. He just looks strong and defined. I want to get to know him better. Like talk to him about anything. He smashed the cigarette stub in the ashtray. Then the impossible happened:

He winks at me!

I damn near lost my mind. He definitely knows. That's not a good thing. I mean, it could be a friendly wink but it didn't look friendly. It looked like something that made me want to kiss him even more. My face turned dark red and I tore my eyes off him. God, he's so freaking good looking. His black V neck, showing part of his toned chest. Why does he have to be so much older than me?

"Uh... I'm gonna go back to the house." I announce nervously.

"You just got here," Beau says softly. Jake narrows his eyes at me and looks at us both. Great. So much for being discreet.

"Yeah but I..." I stammer but didn't finish and left his backyard swiftly. I run into my house and to my room. Once I was there, I close the balcony doors and embrace the butterflies in my stomach. I like Beau and I barely know him. I think it's off his looks.

Beau POV
The way Sonny stares is so funny. I'm positive she's interested in me but I'm not interested in her. I just like seeing her blush. It's so innocent and cute. Though she's sixteen and her father's a cop and her brother and friend looks like they would kill me if I even touched his sister. I'm sure once she starts at P.A. guys will be happy to tend to her needs. I took a swig from the beer in front of me and fixed my eyes on Sonny's balcony doors. They're closed.

"Why'd you wait a day to move?"

"It's a lot of work moving shit from New York." Derek... answers.

"Huh, I thought you were from Wisconsin." I say "At least that's what your sister said."

"We graduated from NYU but yeah..." Jake says "You're still in school?"

"Stanford"

Sonny POV
"Chloe, he's gorgeous" I say to my best friend back in Wisconsin over Skype. She's been my best since five years ago, in sixth grade. She accidently spilled milk down my shirt in the cafeteria. After helping me clean myself up, we laughed about it for a long time. Best friends since. It seems cliché but it happened.

"So make a move. Give him a little Sunshine." She growls playfully.

"I can't" I groan.

"Why not?"

"He's twenty one"

"Oh" She hisses and shakes her head, "No bueno."

"I know!" I exclaim. "It sucks because I just want to... kiss his face."

"Oh... you're crushing on an older guy." She claps happily, "does your brother know him?"

"I just introduced them."

"You're stupid!" She screams. I laugh at her outburst and quirk an eyebrow.

"Why would you do that? They're going to be buddies and he won't think of you in that way. He'll think of you as Jake's younger sister. Stupid move!"

"Chloe, he's twenty one."

"My sister's boyfriend is thirty one. Carmen is twenty four. That's a seven year difference."

"Yeah but she's over eighteen. I'm not."

"That's not the point."

"It is. He would never consider me as his... girlfriend or lover or whatever."

"You can't be a lover because of your nonexistent sex life, Sonny." She chuckle, I roll my eyes.

"Shut up..." I groan and watch her drink her juice on the screen.

"You're gonna be a nun for the rest of your life." I glare at her and exhales. It's my choice to wait. Just because I hadn't found the right person. "You should find someone as sexy as your brother and just give him your virginity. Give your virginity to Derek. He cares about you."

"That's disgusting."

"Well, it's true! I'm a year older and my taste is better than yours."

"You had sex with Riley, Chloe."

"That was... a horrible mistake! We shall never speak of it again." She shudders and I laugh out loudly. "I can't believe I did that but my boyfriend taste is better than yours. You choose bookworms and I choose... fun."

"I have to choose bookworms. That's the only guys my father would approve of." I explain to her.

"Michael... is a very smart basketball player."

"Beau goes to Stanford. Sounds pretty smart to me." She waggles her brows at me while she drank from her cup. I love Chloe; she's funny but very promiscuous at times.
"What are you drinking?"

"Redbull"

"Why? Last time you had Redbull you lost your mind.-"

"It's so good." She groans and takes another sip.

"Sonny!" I hear someone call my name. I tell Chloe to hold on so I can go answer the person that called. I open the bedroom door and stand at the top of the steps.

"Yeah!"

"Can you come here a minute!" I walk back to the laptop and tell her I'll talk to her later. I hop down the steps and into kitchen. "Help me make dinner..."

"What?" I sigh. "No, I was talking to Chloe."

"Sonny..."

"Fine" I mumble. "Jake and Derek's here. They're next door talking to Beau."

"Oh, that's nice" My mother smiles and unpacks the grocery bag. "You should invite him to dinner."

"Huh?"

"Derek, Jake and Beau and whoever friends are over there. As a friendly neighbor gesture."

"You lost your mind."

"Go tell them that they can come." She pats my head. I try to convince her not to do it but she's making enough food to feed an army. Or five guys... I unwillingly step in Beau backyard and it instantly feel awkward. When you walk into a guy's conversation and then it's just silence...

"Yes?" Beau finally says. My insides flutter and I feel ready to throw up. A sentence couldn't formulate in my mouth and my brain squished inside my skull.
Great.

"Um..." I start "...Connie, my mother, said that you can come to dinner if you'd like." Jake clenches his jaw again and brought the beer bottle up to his lips. What's his problem?

"All of us?"

"Yeah..." My palms are sweaty. It's weird asking my gorgeous neighbor to dinner. It's like I'm asking him into my home where I want to kiss those soft looking lips of his. "I'll let you know when it's... ready."

"Are you making it too?" Bryce pokes my side from his seat. I laugh and nod.

"I'm helping."

"Aw... you're making dinner." James taunts, "I'm definitely going. I can always eat."

"Mmkay well, bye." I quickly leave the backyard. I wanted to smash my head against the wall. I'm like a preschooler and Beau is the... boy with the cookies. I'm surely going to make a fool of myself tonight.

Beau POV
I sit at the table in Mr. and Mrs. Shays home. It looks like everything is all unpacked. They have it set up nice and elegant. I notice the white grand piano in the corner of the living room and wanted to touch it. It looked so clean. I wonder if Mrs. Shay plays. The plate of pasta in front of me made my mouth water. Sonny sat across from me, next to her brother. She had her legs crossed in the chair with the little shorts she had on and the fitting white tank top. I could lie and say that I didn't look at her breasts but I won't. I did and I caught myself quickly. My phone kept going off during the entire dinner. I kept ignoring the call.

"You all go to Stanford?" Her mother asks the group.

"Yeah, Beau and I are business majors and James and Gray are physical therapy majors." Bryce answers. Why won't Sonny look up? Because I'm sitting across from her.

"Kind of..." James laughs. "What school did you go to?"

"I went to Colombia Medical School in New York" Her mother answers.

"That's cool" He replies. "You're a nurse or a doctor?"

"Nurse."

"What kind of patients do you treat?" Bryce questions. While she give her response, Sonny looks up from her plate when Jake mumbles something to her. She shakes her head and smiles at him. "I heard that Mr. Shay is an officer. Jake said he was in ROTC. Is enforcement something this family is into?"

"Well..." Jake starts.

"Nope, not really." Sonny answers. "Law enforcement and ROTC is a way to poke out your chest and call yourself The Man" She looks at Jake and smiles. He rolls his eyes and laughs. My phone rang loudly. I take it out of my pocket and see Portlyn's name. I ignore it again.

"It's a way of discipline. You learn a lot of things about life and people and..."

"It's a brotherhood." She imitates and finishes for him. I chuckle and take a bite of the hot pasta. "It's nonsense."

"Haha" He deadpans. "Compared to the group of friends you had before I left to college?" He spat with a smile. "They were in love with me."

"They didn't know any better," she giggles. "They were twelve. I thought the Jonas Brothers were cute."

"You don't have good taste at all."

"To you. You just want me to stay your little, sweet sister all your life."

"That is true."

"Give it a few months, it'll change."

"Michael knows the rule."

"Unfortunately." I hold back my laughter and continue eating. When the phone rings a few minutes later, she gets up quickly to go answer it. Her shorts made me stir a little but I hold my composure. Jake furrowed his eyebrows at me and chuckled softly. Derek seems more relaxed. Well, he doesn't seem that protective. I shouldn't judge yet.

"Mom, can you tell Sonny to put some clothes on?" He says to Connie. She rolls her eyes and laughs. "She won't listen to me."

"Of course she won't. She's your sister."

"Mom" He sits straight up in the chair and clears his throat.

"Yeah, I'll tell her" Her mother nods and placing a forkful of food into her mouth. Several minutes later, Sonny sits back down in the chair and clears her throat as she holds back a smile.

"Is everything okay?"

"Yeah," she snickers. "Why wouldn't they be?"

"Was that him?" Derek laughs. Him meaning Michael, I assume? Once my phone rang the last time, I clench my jaw while everyone looks at me.

"Mhm." She hums happily.

"What'd he say?" She shakes her head with a smile.

"...nothing."

"Who keeps calling you?" Gray asks.

"Portlyn."

"Why don't you just answer it?" Sonny now says.

"I don't want to talk to her." Bryce leans over to me to speak to me privately.

"Are you looking at her the same way I am? Sonny has a body." I chuckle and shake my head in a lie. Sonny nods at something her mother says and leaves the table. I hear her footsteps go up the stairs after a few seconds. The sudden urge to use the bathroom takes over me.

"Nah, man. She's a minor" I back my head away from him and look at Mrs. Shay. "Can you tell me where the bathroom is?"

"It's upstairs. The third door on your right." I nod in thanks and get up from the table. I walk up the steps slowly. I near the bathroom but not before I see Sonny through the crack of her bedroom door. She is tying the drawstring on a pair of baggy sweats and running her fingers through her hair. The man in me wanted to go through the door and just kiss the hell out of her and make her scream my name but the safety part of me knew I would die if her brother and or father find out I... did that to their little one.

"Are you just going to stand there and peek?" I hear her say. I push her bedroom door open and leaned in the doorway.

"You finished your room." I look around to her cream colored walls. Her bed  is opposite of the balcony doors and her desk was right next to her closet. She has a few pictures on the wall and a lavender beanbag chair to match her bed sheets. It looks like a girl's room.

"Yeah, I did hard work on this."

"So it seems." She scoffs and places her hands on her hips. "You could've done better."

"You could've kept your criticism of to yourself" She retorts. "The bathrooms right there." Her hand gestures over my shoulder.

"Wow, you took that to heart. You're not going to make it at P.A."

"I'll be fine on my own, as a matter of fact. Do you really not have a girlfriend?"

"Well." I start. "Don't worry about my relationships. Worry about yours."

"Oh, you get rejected a lot?" She says condescendingly.

"No, I don't have relationships. They aren't for me."

"Then what do you have?" I take a step forward and watch her eyes size me up curiously.

"Something you should know well about." She furrows her brows.

"Which is?" She damn near exclaims. I grin and lean a hand on her dresser.

"Sex." So she just stays quiet with her eyes boring into mine the entire time. "A lot of it in all different ways, different girls..." I place my hand on her waist and listen to her breath hitch in her throat "...don't worry, I won't tell daddy what you do."

"Yeah, you don't have to tell him anything." She narrows her eyes and places her hand over mine, taking it off and placing it at my side.

She walks past me with an innocent look on her face. I laugh and shake my head. I take my phone out of my pocket and press redial on Portlyn's number. She picks up after the first ring and instantly starts screaming at me.

"I called you a dozen times."

"Obviously, you're blowing up my fucking phone."

"If you'd an-"

"What do you want Portlyn?" I pinch the bridge of my nose.

"I need help."

"You usually help yourself on your own." I lean on the hallway wall besides Sonny's door and grin.

"Beau..." She whines out.

"Let me hear you." I play. "How bad do you want it?"

"Come on." Portlyn then groans. "Please, come over. I'm need you to take care of me."

"I'm busy. Your hand can do a fantastic job." I should know. Her hand got me off repeatedly last week. As well as her mouth. "Besides, there's nothing I can do that your rabbit can't do."

"H-How did you know I ha- I want you here, now or I will show up at your house with nothing but lingerie."

"Mm. . ." I imagine her and a smile grew on my face. "Do that. Tonight. In an hour."

"Fine." Too easy.

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