Once Upon A Stepbrother

Prologue

Tyler’s P.O.V - 8 years ago

“Do you, Connor White, take Jennifer Davis as your lawfully wedded wife?” The Minister asked in his gravelly voice.

They were standing on a big podium in a church, flowers scattered in every direction. The stage was illuminated with different colored light bulbs and decorated with hundreds of roses and pots of plants.

It was sickening.

“I do,” My father spoke firmly. There were little gasps of delight coming from the crowd. I rolled my eyes. The minister turned to Jennifer, my soon-to-be stepmom. Boy, was I looking forward to that. Note the sarcasm.

“And do you, Jennifer Davis, take Connor White as your lawfully wedded husband?”

There were tears sparkling in her eyes as she whispered, “I do.”

The crowd went wild, clapping, and jumping to their feet. The Minister smiled faintly, tilting his head up.

“I ask you each now, to repeat the marriage vows.”

“I, Connor Daniel White, take you, Jennifer Rose Davis, for my wedded wife. I will respect you, honor you, and cherish you as long as we both shall live. Today I take you to be my wife and vow to help create for us a life of honesty, fidelity, trust, and love. To love you not as some idea of you, but as you truly are. To grow with you, learn with you, and to live out our day’s hand in hand…” My father’s voice droned on and on, mumbling something about “Grateful for you” and whatnot.

I was half-asleep by the time he finished.

“This is absolutely disgusting,” I muttered under my breath, kicking the person in front of me accidentally-on-purpose. The old woman shot me a glare. I ignored her.

“What’s the point of getting married these days anyway—”

“Will you be quiet?” A high pitched voice hissed. It was Annabelle, Jennifer’s daughter, and my soon-to-be stepsister.

She was gazing, wide-eyed at the wedding. Her hair was the color of gold and was tied back in little plaits, decorated with hundreds of little flower clips. She wore a sundress, it’s light skirt flowing out above her knees.

A book was crushed into her chest, her little fingers wrapped around it. I just managed to catch a glimpse at the cover. The little mermaid.

I grinned. “You like this book?”

She scowled, her grip on the book tightening. “I like all fairytales, so yes.”

“Why?” I was genuinely curious.

“I…” she looked hesitant. “It’s just… magical.” Her eyes shone like a million stars. “Like anything can happen, you know?”

I shook my head. “No. In fact, Ariel’s one of the worst characters created.”

Annabelle’s mouth slid open. “What?” she crossed her arms. “That is so not true.”

“It is,” I challenged.

“Nuh-uh.”

“Is.”

“Prove it,” she said, eyes blazing.

“First of all, all she does is whine and complain.”

“Does not!” Annabelle fired back.

I raised my brows. “Oh no! I want to be human, so I can get together with my precious little princeling,” I mimicked the Disney princess.

Her eyes flashed.

“And secondly, she wants to change her entire life just so she can be with a guy she’s never even spoken to before.”

“It’s love at first sight!” Annabelle protested, but her voice wavered.

I smiled triumphantly. “Love at first sight is not real.”

She shook her head, her hair swirling around like buttermilk. “My mom said she loved your dad at first sight.”

“Well, your mom must be stupid because that’s not true.”

She gasped. “Take that back or I’ll snitch!”

“Go ahead and snitch then,” I shrugged, waiting for her to run up to her mom and tell on me like always. But she didn’t. All she did was stare, her book pressed up against her chest.

Then she leaned toward me, whispering into my ear.

“Mom said I can’t tell on you or be mean but I don’t like you, Tyler,” she whispered breathlessly.

“Dad said I can’t say mean stuff to you either,” I whispered back furtively. “But…” I trailed off, pressing my finger onto her arm.

I-h-a-t-e-y-o-u, I traced the words on her wrist lightly.

“But he never said I couldn’t write,” I finished, grinning.

For a second she stared at me, her brown eyes wide. Then, a smile slowly crept on her face, and her finger was on my arm.

I-h-a-t-e-y-o-u-t-o-o, she wrote back.

We became best friends that very day.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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~ Izzy 



Izzy

#4 in Young adult
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Story about: romance, highschool, stepbrother

Edited: 29.11.2020

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