It's Complicated

Madison Baker is moving to France for a year. But when she gets in trouble at school, her mother changes the plans. Instead of France, Maddy packs her bags and moves hundreds of miles away to live with her god father, Mr. Fisher. She soon finds out that Mr. Fisher has eight drama packed sons. They are the players and heart breakers of their small town, how will Maddy be able to live with them without getting her heart broken?
These boys couldn't make this year any harder for Madison.

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1. Chapter 1

Thud! Thud!

The taxi ride got a lot bumpier as we turned on to a rocky, country road. I realized that I was sqeazing my penguin Pillow Pet so hard that my fingers had lost all color and my finger nails had layers of black fur under them.

"Gross." I muttered to myself, picking at my nails.

The bumpy ride lasted for about ten minutes before hitting the smooth pavement of a drive way. The taxi stopped in front of a large, no... a HUGE house. The house was a cream color with rims and windows an off black that looked stunning together. The house was at least three stories tall and, peeking into the back yard, was on the riverside. 

"Are you sure this is the Fisher house?" I asked the taxi driver. This couldn't be it.

"I'm sure, Miss." He said with a chuckle, as if he was laughing at how astonished I was. When he saw that I was still reluctant to believe him, he added, "It's the only Fisher house in Bexley, Minnesota." I had to admit, it was a very small town.

"Oh, thanks." I said, still staring at the house in amazement.

"Do you need help with your bags, Miss?" He asked, still sounding amused by my reaction.

"Uh, no thanks." I mutter, fumbling out of the taxi after I handed him the money.

I got to the trunk and pulled out my large duffel bag and huge, expensive suitcase. I clutched my small back and my pillow pet in one hand and threw my duffel over my shoulder before lugging my suitcase behing me to walk up to the door.

"Here I go." I whispered to myself, making the final steps up the porch, abandoning my suitcase at the bottom of the porch stairs.

I hesitated for a long moment before knocking on the large, wooden door. It only took a few seconds before a middle aged man answered the door with a big smile on his face.

"You must be Madison!" He said, excitedly.

"Yeah. You must be Mr. Fisher." I said, less excited.

"Of course. Come on in." He said, stepping aside and letting me through the door. When he saw my suitcase at the stairs, he grabbed it and brought it inside as I observed the inside of the mansion.

It was a sweet country side home with painting of meadows and fields everywhere. There was a deer head in the corner of the living room, it looks nice, but I've always thought that that is kind of gross. There is a flat screen TV with a long L- shaped couch across from it.

"My mom didn't tell me how big your house was." I said, still taking it all in. "Or how gorgeous."

"Thank you." He chuckled. "Ace! Get down here, bring Alyja!" He yelled up the enormous spiral stair case.

"Oh, you have sons?" I asked, surprised.

"Yeah, I actually have- "

He was cut off my speedy footsteps of a small boy running down the stairs, followed by a littler boy.

"This is my son Ace," He said, as the bigger of the two boys made his way next to Mr. Fisher. 

"Hello! My name is Ace Fisher and I'm seven!" He said happily, jumping up and down.

I bent my knees into a squating position to match his heighth, "Hi! My name is Madison Baker and I am sixteen."

"Woah... you're old!" He said, sounding intrigued.

"This is Alyja, he is four." Mr. Fisher broke in and I stood back up.

I watched as Alyja made his way down the last few steps then hid behind his dad's leg.

"Are you hungry?" He asked me.

"Not really, I ate at the airport." I said.

"That's ok." Then he turned to Ace. "Ace, why don't you show her to her room?"

"Okay!" He smiled, then bounced up the stairs as I hauled all of my stuff up the stairs behind, trying hard to keep up with the energetic seven year old.

He took me through a maze of rooms and hall ways then we finally landed on a long hall way with a lot of doors on it.

"This is where all of the bedrooms are." He said, opening up one of the doors. "This one is yours." 

My mouth dropped at the sight of the bedroom. I didn't want to go in because I didn't want to mess anything up. The walls were a light purple and in the middle was a huge canopy bed with white, silky covers. There was a big window fitted around a small bench on the opposite side of the door. Across from the bed, there was a large flat screen TV with an X- Box and loads of games, next to the bed was a light pink night stand. In the far left hand corner of the room there were two doors, when I opened them, one led to a nice bathroom and the other led to a huge walk in closet.

Ace's voice broke my daze, "Can I stay for a little bit?" He asked in a sweet voice.

"Of course, I have to unpack though."

"That's okay." he said, sitting on the window bench.

"Is your room this big?" I asked, still looking around as I sat my luggage next to the dresser that was on the same wall as the door. The dresser matched the night stand, I noticed.

"Yep." 

"Wow."

"My daddy said that your mommy is mad at you. Why?" He suddenly asked.

I walked over to the window and sat next to Ace. "I dunno." I shrugged.

"He also told me that you don't have a daddy. But everybody has a daddy, right?"

"Not me. My daddy didn't want to be a daddy, so he just left." I said, trying to make a complicated story uncomplicated and rated G.

Ace gave me a tight hug, "If it makes you feel any better... I don't have a mommy." I was surprised about this, I didn't know Mr. Fisher wasn't married. Then again, I didn't know he had two sons either.

"Thank you." I said warmly, hugging him back.

"I think I'm going to like you." He giggled. "Can we be friends?"

"Of course!" I laughed.

I got up and unpacked a little bit of my duffel bag before Ace ran over to the bed and grabbed my Pillow Pet.

"You have a Pillow Pet?!" He yelped.

"Yeah, his name is Pedro." I told him, continuing to put my clothes in the dresser.

"I'll be right back." He told me, racing out of the room.

I giggled, finishing off the duffel and moving to the heavy suitcase where I dragged it into the huge walk in closet. I hung up my dressy clothes and put all of my makeup and hair stuff in the bathroom.

Moments later, Ace reappeared in the door holding a pig Pillow Pet. "His name is Mr. Pig!" He exclaimed.

"Wow! He looks nice." I said, faking facination for the pig.

"He is. He wants to be friends with Pedro." He told me.

"Well I think Pedro could use a friend." I told him warmly, finishing off my suitcase.

Ace walked over to the bed and started playing with the Pillow Pets just as Mr. Fisher knocked on the door.

I hurried over to the door and opened it up. "Do you like it?" He asked.

"Are you kidding? This room is insane!" I exclaimed.

He chuckled, "I had my nanny help me out with the designing and stuff, since we don't have any girls."

"I love it." I said.

"Is there anything you need? Anything you couldn't take on the plane that you need?"

"I don't think so, not that I can think of."

"Alright. Just let me know if you can think of anything later."

"Okay." He turned around to leave when I stopped him. "Uhm, Mr. Fisher- "

"Please, call me Tom." He interupted.

"Sorry, Tom. Did my mom tell you why she sent me here?"

He sighed, "Yeah, she mentioned it."

"I just want you to know that it's not true. I know it probably sounds like the cliche excuse but I was framed. I have never touched any kind of drug in my life." I pleaded.

"Your mother sounded pretty convinced."

"She won't listen to me." I countered.

"Alright, well you seem like a lovely young lady so I'll Believe you."

I let out a sigh of releif. "Thank you."

"Yep. Normally, we will have dinner at seven in the dining room. I am pretty laid back, but dinner at seven is one of the few firm rules around here. Since most of us aren't here tonight and you already ate, you can just get settled. If you get hungry, let our cook, Nancy know. She can whip something up for you." He explained.

"How many people live here?" I asked.

A grin came over his face, "Your mother didn't tell you? I have- " He was interupted by the four year old crying "Dada!" down the hall.

"Excuse me." He said, disappearing into the hall.

After he was gone, I put my suitcases at the back of the walk in closet and wathed Ace play with the pillows for a little bit.

"I'm hungry. Are you?" He finally asked me.

"No thanks." I said warmly.

"Okay, I'll be back later." He said, disappearing out the door.

Taking a deep breath, I was finally alone. I havn't been completely alone since I left my house this morning. I laid on my new comfy bed and thought about what Ace had said.

My daddy said that your mommy is mad at you.

I told him that I dont' know why, but I do. The truth is that about two months ago, my mom told me that we were going to move to France for a year. That might sound bizzare to you, but my mom is like that. Random and spontainious, she is an artist. We got everything settled, bought the tickets, found somewhere to stay, and learned some French. A month ago, however, I was at school and this random guy gave me a hug in the hallway. Weird, right? But I didn't think much of it. Until, the school officer finds weed in my back pack pouch. I was sent to the office and my mother was called. I tried to tell the office, my mom, even the officer that the guy put it in my back pack. Nobody Believed me and I was suspended for five days. My mother immediately called off the France trip for me. However, she still wanted to go so she took a friend instead. So she stuck me with my god father who I have never met before so she could go to France. I'm going live here, and go to school here for a whole year while my mother is living it up in France.

Then I think to myself about what Ace said after that.

He also told me that you don't have a daddy.

Yah, well my mom and dad were together four years before they had me, they always wanted children so when my mom got pregnant, they were extatic. However, when I was two I formed this condition that made me go deaf. The doctors said it would be permanant. My dad freaked out and bailed on us. Never heard from him since. Luckily, I got better when I was four and my hearing is 100% normal. 

By the time I got out of my bed, it was kind of late, I decided to walk around for just a little bit, then head to bed. I left my room and walked out of the hall way of bedrooms and through the crazy mazes of the second floor. I past the stairs once, but I didn't use them, I didn't want to get lost on another floor. After about half an hour of wondering through the halls, I headed back to my room and got dressed in my pajamas. 

This may sound weird, but I can not sleep in anything that comes past my knee, I have to wear shorts when I sleep. So I slipped into a pair of booty shorts and a tight fitting tank top and slipped under the feather-filled silk covers and tried to force myself to sleep.

Just before I fell out of conscienceness, I let a few tears escape my eyes as I really wanted to go home already.

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