When Christine's parents die, she is put under the one and only Ryan Ross's care.
UGHHHH! Where are my parents? I knew they went to get groceries, but it takes THIS long? I was bored out of my mind and they are the ones who know what to do when that happens.
As if on queue, the landline telephone rang.
"Yes, is this the house of Andrea and David Langston?"
"Yes, why?" I asked the mysterious lady. I was getting curious now.
"May I speak to their daughter Christine Nicole Langston?"
"Oh. I'm very sorry to inform you, but your parents passed away in a car accident. They were hit by a drunk driver on their way back." She said.
I froze in shock. My loving, caring parents? dead?
Wait, what? A drunk driver? I checked the time. The clock read 10:00pm.
"Is this a prank call?"
"No, unfortunately this is not. I'm very sorry. Do you have any relatives who live nearby?"
"No, not that I know of." I answered truthfully.
"Oh, never mind. I have just been informed that you have a cousin who lives in Las Vegas, Nevada."
"What? I'm gonna have to leave?"
"Yes, someone from the agency will be coming over shortly. Go ahead and pack your belongings." the lady said and the phone went dead.
A tear slid down my cheek as I slowly walked up the stairs. How could this happen? Stupid drunk drivers.
i entered my room greeted by the vivid colors of my artwork. People say I'm weird because nobody understands my artwork. My art teacher called it 'inspiring' and my parents called it 'artistic'. I pretty much just find inspiration in things and the rest just clicks in my head. Before I know it, a piece of artwork is made. I can understand it, but its the others that cant. I took my pieces of artwork off the wall and stuffed them into my duffel bag. I also put my clothes and CD's in there. My room was empty except for my bed and a picture frame.
I walked over and picked up the picture. It was my parents and I when we went to the carnival. I felt my eyes tear up at the sight. i took it and placed it carefully inside my duffel bag. I'm surprised I brought all my stuff with me and the bag wasn't even full! I picked it up and it seemed really light too.
The doorbell rang and I took a deep breath. I was ready to take the 448 mile trip from Carson City to Las Vegas.
I opened the door to a tall man, about 6'1, wearing a black suit and sunglasses.
"Excuse me Missy, are you Ms. Christine Langston?" the man asked in a deep voice, like an FBI agent from the movies.
"Yes, yes I am." I said.
"Okay, I'm here to take you to your cousin Ryan's house in Las Vegas. Are you ready?" he asked.
I nodded as he collected my stuff and threw it in the trunk of his car.
We both got in the car and we drove off.
"Hey, Brendon! Less staring off into space and more trying to help us think of ideas!" Spencer snapped at Brendon, who was staring off into space.
"Huh? What? Oh." Brendon said looking around.
"Come on, stop going off into Brendon-land and lets get going!" Jon said.
"Awww! I like Brendon-land! Its everything I ever dreamed about!"
"Because YOU dreamt it! now lets get going." I said.
"Shit!" I mumbled as i reached for my phone.
"Hello?" I asked into the receiver.
"Hello. Is this Mr.Ryan Ross?" a lady said at the other line.
"Yes, this is him." I replied.
"I just called to inform you that your 18 year old cousin Christine Nicole Langston by law must stay under your care because you are her closest relative."
"Why must she stay here?"
"Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot to say her parents died in a car crash."
"Oh, Ok, thats fine with me. How old is she?" I asked.
"About 18. She will arrive in about 7 and 1/2 hours."
"Ok, she can stay here. Bye." I said and hung up.
"Guys, my 18 year old cousin is coming to live here with me. I'm just letting you guys know early so you wont be surprised. NO MAKING ANY MOVES ON HER BECAUSE SHE"S MY COUSIN AND THAT WOULD BE GROSS." I warned them.
"Don't worry. we wont." Spencer and Jon said simultaneously while Brendon smirked.
"You too, Brendon." I said sternly. He nodded.