Chapter One : Pictures Romeo ~ I sat at the bottom of the bed, the pictures of me and my dad slowly scattered across in front of me. There's always a day where I start to miss him again, I want him back of course I do.. what kind of boy want's to grow up without a father. I was always close to my dad, we used to go and watch the games together, he helped me with all my science projects and all my homework. Every Friday night he'd take me and my mum out for a meal and we were all so happy. Now, it seems my mum has forgotten, she's moved on and found somebody else but I'd never want to forget my dad.. no matter who she brought into my #life, they'd never be like my dad. "Come on, Romeo.. Clean everything up.. Remember, today is the day that Michael and his son are moving in." Jennifer, my mum muttered as she leant against the door frame, her small hand placed lightly on her hip. Frowning weakly, I slowly started to pack all of the pictures back into it's little box, tears still strolling down my cheeks. "You have half a hour, make this place more respectable.. oh and help Michael bring Oliver's bed up when they get here wont you?" With that, she slowly walked away, shutting my door quickly behind her. Why didn't she even ask about the pictures? She didn't even care about my father any more. Finally, all of the pictures were back in the little white box as I slowly slid off the bed, pushing them into a small black cabinet, slamming it shut and locking it with a key. In there was where I kept everything that had ever meant anything to me or stuff that I just wouldn't dare let my mum know about. Just as I tucked the key under my pillow, I heard the squeal of my mum downstairs. "Oh, Michael! It's so wonderful to see you again!-" I didn't want to hear any more, so I just roughly shoved my headphones into my ears, dropping my gaze to my lap and slowly pulling my knees up. I could feel my body slipping into a sleep as the words from the songs seem to dim out a little, my eyes slowly started to flicker close as my entire body started to go numb. "Romeo!" I heard the soft shout of my mum's voice screech down my ear as I jolted quickly up from the bed. "W-What.." My voice came out weak and shaky as my eyes flickered open. She seemed to stand at the side of my bed, her arms tightly crossed and her brow furrowed. "I asked you to come down stairs and you didn't listen to me, did you?" She said, her tone completely changing, more sharp and edgy than before. I just shrugged and switched my music off, not wanting to talk to anybody anyway. "Must have fallen asleep, sorry." I muttered, rolling my eyes a little and sliding off the bed, and walking towards the door. "Now smile, they want to see a happy Romeo!" My Mother chirped as she started to usher me down the stairs Nodding slowly, I started to make my way into the kitchen, stopping dead as I caught a gaze as the young boy standing in front of me. To my disappointment, seconds later a larger, chubbier.. and much older man stood in front of me, extending his hand for me to shake. "I'm Michael, your mothers Fiancée, you must be Romeo.. It's lovely to meet you-" He took my hand, shaking it firmly before stepping back and nodding to the beautiful hazel eyed boy behind him. "This is your new step brother, Oliver." "Hey.." I softly managed to mutter out, my word lightly stuttering as I slowly bit down on my bottom lip. Oliver slowly raised a eyebrow as he nods once, pushing past me and making his way towards the stairs. "Which ones mine.." Oliver said perfectly, his voice angelic and perfect as he slowly brushed his long black swooping fringe away from his eyes. "I.. I'll take you up." I whispered, my palms were starting to sweat as I pushed past him on the stairs, ushering him upstairs and opening my bedroom door. "Here." An awkward silence slowly filled the room as he glanced around, shrugging slowly. "Looks like some next up gay boy lives here.." He laughed, slowly plonking himself down on the bottom of the bed, crossing his one leg over the other. In that moment, my heart smashed into a million pieces. It felt like my heart had been ripped out my chest and trodden on. Swallowing down heavily, I dropped my head and bit my tongue. Homophobic.