open up her home to me. I knew it was just she and her older brother, but I still hated to intrude. So I ended up asking her 50 times after she made the offer if she was sure it was okay. Winter took out her house key, unlocked the front door, and walked through the threshold with me at her heels. “Kai?” she shouted to the house at large, “we’re here!” I set my bags down in the foyer, slightly nervous to be meeting her brother so soon.
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I heard Winter’s voice from the kitchen and I came out to greet her. “Hey sis.” I said to her, giving her a hug. I looked to you and gave you a short but welcoming smile. “You must be the friend. I’m Kai.” I said to her. “I’m crashing in the den, you’re welcomed to take my room so you don’t have to share Winter’s tiny ass bed. She snores and kicks by the way.”
Your hair…was blue. I tried my best not to gawk. I guess I shouldn’t have been too surprised what with Winter’s ashy hair color, yet it still wasn’t what I expected. The blue hair suited you, however. It seemed to be a more recent acquisition–I could tell because the color hadn’t faded, although your roots were starting to show a little bit. I felt like I was staring at a blue-haired version of Kurt Cobain, except with brown eyes instead of blue. Sexy yet grungy, charming yet dark and slightly mysterious. It was definitely apparent that you and Winter were family.
“Oh, I’m Lucy,” I said, coming to my senses. “And really, don’t let me kick you out of your own bedroom. I don’t mind sharing with Winter,” I answered, shooting her a pleading glance. Winter returned my look with a smile.
“Nonsense. This is your home now too. Besides, Kai’s been living down in the den for a while now…weirdo,” she muttered as an afterthought. She bit her lip and kicked her foot out in your direction. “Will you show her around, please? I want to get my stuff unpacked and put away,” Winter said to you.
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