Michail Thompson's Story

(OOC: Adapting from the last 2 paragraphs in the story. Oh! And at the moment, non of the guys know about Luna's situation and only think she's another tenant.)

Luna stood on the front porch of this ridiculously huge, but beautiful, cabin-like mansion, fist up and ready to knock. Suddenly, though, the door swung open and she just had enough time to stop before hitting the woman who'd appeared in the face... exactly where she'd been about to knock. "Oh... um," Luna brought her hand down and clasped both behind her back, looking the woman over. Shorter than her by at least 3 inches and with a good figure for her age, the woman looked to be about 45 or so. Long blond hair cascaded down her back in natural curls, and crystal clear blue eyes looked back into Luna's blue-gray with such warmth and compassion that she was reminded of her mom, but shook the thought away immediately. She sighed. I really needed to get my head out of daydream mode. "...Hi?"

As soon as the words "Oh" "um" and "Hi" escaped her mouth the woman had wrapped her into a tight hug. "Welcome home, Luna." The woman pulled back to give her a once over and a smile lit her face as her eyes met Luna's again. "I'm Rita Thompson. I was your mothers best friend growing up, but you probably don't remember meeting me, do you?"

Luna shook her head. Nope. No memory of you whatsoever.

"Well I do remember you and, my, how you've grown!" Rita turned her attention to what lay behind Luna, frowned, then turned back to the house and yelled, "Boys! Luna's here, so come get her bags. They're in the driveway!"

Then Rita smiled back at her, her voice just as pleasant as before, "Would you like to see your room?" Which Luna replied to with a silent shrug. It wouldn't really be HER room, but still. All she really wanted to do right now was lay down and listen to her music, as boring as that may sound, but she wasn't in a very "up" mood at the moment either.

"Not much of a talker, huh?" With another shrug from Luna, Mrs. Thompson gave a light laugh, "Well, come on, Hun, you don't want to be caught in the stampede when the boys get out here." With that, Luna was led into the cabin where footsteps seemed to come from every angle . A slight sinking feeling hit her stomach. What have I gotten myself into?

When he heard his mother shouting, he ran from the upstairs down to door. He looked at Luna with curiosity. ”Hi! I'm Michail.” he said with smile. ”Nice to meet you. Are you our new family member? I'm fourteen and Rita's my mother and I like surfing and football.” He turned towards Rita next. ”Oh right. Mom? Can I go out with my friends? They need more people for a football match.” He said everything after each others.




Ryder was going to fix his motorcycle and wasn't wearing anything else expect black jeans. He didn't want to ruin his clothes after all. He had his toolbox in one hand and a towel in another. He heard Rita's shout: "Boys! Luna's here, so come get her bags.” He walked down to door. At the same time Michail rushed down the stairs towards the door. ”Hey! Watch where you're going Kid!” Ryder shouted him playfully.

Ryder went to the door and waited until Michail had introduced himself. He leaned against a wall and nodded to Luna with charming smile. ”Hello there, beauty. I'm Ryder. Or you can call me R.B. if you want. It's nice to have a girl around for a change. Hope you enjoy your time here.”

He went to the yard, placed his toolbox next to the his motorcycle and walked over to the Luna's bags. He grabbed half of them with no problems. ”Which room is hers, Rita?” he asked when walking back to inside with the bags.