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.


4. Chapter 4

"So I guess we're even now, huh?" He asked with a big smirk on his face.

I quickly grasped the covers of my bed to cover me up, "Yeah. Except I shut the door, very quickly. And it was on accident." I countered.

"Eh." He shrugged, not taking his eyes off of me.

"So it's nice to finally meet you." I said. "I'm Madison."

"Yeah." He grunted.

I ignored his rudeness, despite the fact that I have not done a single thing to him.

"My dad wants me to take you sight seeing around the town of Bexley." He said with sarcastic enthusiasm. "So let's go." 

"Okay, fine. Give me like fine minutes, I need to get dressed."

"I'll be in the kitchen. Hurry." He said, leaving and closing the door behind me.

"Got it." I said, rolling my eyes. 

I quickly changed then found the stairs and made my way into the kitchen. Carson was sitting on a bar stool at the bar that divided the kitchen and the dining room.

"I'm ready." I said happily.

"Let's just go." Carter grumbled, darting out the door of the kitchen, then out to his car. I quickly got in the passenger seat. 

"Where exactly are we going?" I quietly asked.

"The store." He snapped. 

For the first half way there, it was silent, but then, I asked him, "Why do you hate me?"

"I don't hate you?" He seemed surprised by my accusations.

"Well whenever I enter a room, you leave. Whenever I say something, you say something rude or sarcastic. You give me dirty looks all the time."

He didn't answer, after a minute of letting the silence sit still, I spoke again. 

"Because if I didn't something to you, I'm truely sorry." I pleaded.

"Why do you care so much about what I think, huh?"

"Because, I'm going to be here for a year, and I don't want it to be any more miserable than it has to be by making enemies."

"Okay, I don't hate you, okay?"

"Alright." I said, and we rode in silence.


The scenic tour was horribly awkward. He just drove around a few blocks of houses. I told him over and over that we could just go home but he insisted that we finish the "Bexley tour."

I went up to my room when I got home and called my mom, a lady answered, I think it was my mom's friend. She told me that they were turning off there cell phones because it costs too much. She sad that I can't talk to my mom until March. It's June.

I tried not to cry, I bit my lip, I suffocated myself with a pillow, but nothing worked. Why was I always crying lately? My mom was my best friend, despite when she totaly ignores me sometimes. Now I can't see her for a year, I can't even talk to her?

It only took a few short moments for me to turn into a completly sobbing mess. Realizing that my whole life is a mess. A guy that I live with hates me, another guy I live with kissed me and I havn't seen him since, I can't talk to my mom for almost a year.

I pushed my head into a pillow so I didn't make a sound and I curled up with Pedro, crying for what seemed like hours. Still, in the middle of sobs, I heard my door open. I was completely past the point of caring. I heard footsteps coming to the bed, but no voice. The person sat at the head of the bed and didn't move, my head was faced away from him, so I still couldn't see who it was.

He eventually grabbed my arm and pulled me onto his lap. Still not looking at who it was, I curled up on his lap and laid my head on his chest. He didn't say anything and neither did I, I just sat there and cried like a little baby, which made me cry more, on some guy's shoulder.

When I felt like I could breathe and stop crying, I took a few deep breaths and sat up.

"Carter?" I asked, in shock to see that he was the one that was sitting with a soaked shirt on my bed.

"You didn't know it was me?" He asked, seeming amused.

I just shook my head, blowing my nose and wiping the tears off of my face. "Why are you in here?" I asked, confused.

"Well, I was in my room and I heard you crying." He said, nonchalantly.

"Why do you care?" I sniffled.

"Because you were right. You're going to be here no matter what, so why not make in enjoyable?" He said with a grin.

I couldn't help but grin for a short second.

"So do you wanna talk about it?"

"Later, I don't want to start crying again." I told him, "I'm sorry about your shirt."

"Nah, it's cool." He said, slipping it off of his perfectly tanned body. "It's better to talk about it now. Cry yourself out." He told me.

I took a deep breath, "My mom is turning off her phone until March. I can't talk to her at all."

"That's not all." He said quickly.

"No, but it's most of it." I said, starting to sob again.

He waited until I continued, but I never did. "You can't just keep everything bottled up." He warned.

"I am always around people. This house is huge. I have never lived with so many people." I trailed off.

"It's a big change." He sighed, patting my back.

"Carter, there are so many people around me but I couldn't feel more alone." I sobbed.

He didn't say anything, he just let me cry for a long time. I guess I cried myself asleep because the next thing I remember is waking up next to Carter on my bed still dead to the world. I paniced for a second but then I quickly remembered what had happened the night before.

I wanted to get dressed before he woke up, so I quickly went into the walk in closet and got a pair of shorts and a tank top. I didn't take my eyes off of Carter, making sure that he didn't wake up to see me getting dressed. When I pulled my shirt over my head, I sat back down and watched him sleep. Sure, that sounds creepy, but its the first time I could get a look at him without him scowling at me. He was the most georgous person I have ever seen, let alone met.

Without opening his eyes, he said, "Nice bra." With a smirk on his face.

"Oh my god! You were awake?!" I squealed.

His face fell emotionless again as he fake slept.

"Asswhole!" I yelled, punching him in the side. My face turned bright red, but I couldn't help but laugh.

He shot up and smiled at me, "Feeling better?"

"Yah..." I sighed. "But I'm still confused."

"About what?" He sat up.

I sat indian style facing him, "About you."

"Me?" He said with a look of confusion wiping out his smirking.

"Yeah. I've only known you for two days. Day one and half of day two, you want nothing to do with me. Second half of day two, your in my room letting me cry on your shoulder and slep in my bed."


"So, your confusing!" I whined. Just like your brother. I thought to myself, thinking about how Will was completely invisible yesterday.

He just chuckled and changed the subject. "So your the animal print kind of girl?" He said, his smirk coming back.

"What?" I asked, confused.

"Your bra. It was animal print." His smirk growing larger.

"You're a pervert!" I squealed, my cheeks flooding with red again.

He chuckled, "You're embarassed!" He sang, "I think that's cute!" and he pinched my cheek. When I didn't say anything, he added, "Miss. Baker, I have only been talking to you for about twelve hours, and I've seen you without a shirt on twice already. I think you need to control yourself. I know you want me, but you don't need to throw yourself at me." He said in a formal voice.

"Okay, the first time, I was getting dressed in MY room and you opened the door."

"You did it to me too!" He defended.

"It was on accident and I closed the door as fast as I could. You just stood there, and I know you know this is my room." I countered. "And the second time, I thought you were asleep."

"I'm a good faker." He said proudly.

"I know that now!" I said.

Just then, there was a knock on the door. I looked to Carter for an answer, he didn't look worried, so I went over to the door and opened it. Anna was standing there with a smile on her face.

"Good morning!" She chimed.

"Good morning." I smiled.

"I- " She paused as she saw Carter on my bed without a shirt on. "Oh, am I interupting something?"

"No, no. We were just talking. In fact... Carter was just about to leave." I said, looking at him with a death stare.

"Got it. Yup, I'm out." He said, grabbing his shirt and leaving as Anna walked in and sat on the bed.

"It's not what it looks like." I said just as the door shut. "I had a really bad night, he just comforted me."

"Hey, not my place to judge." She said, holding her hands up. "I just wanted to come say hi, get to know you. Heard you're gunna be around for quite a while."

"Yup." I sighed. "How long have you and Tommy been going out?" I asked.

"Three years." She said, proudly.


"Yah, I love him." She sighed.

"I can tell."

"But you. You better be careful with these Fisher boys."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"These Fisher boys are the heartbreakers of Bexley. Not sayin' too much, since it's a pretty small town. But just be careful." I opened my mouth to speak but she kept going, "I'm not telling you that if you like one of them then don't go for it. Because if somebody told me not to date somebody that I liked, I wouldn't be to happy. But I would feel awful if I didn't warn you and they hurt you."

"Thank you." I said warmly.

"They guys, they won't warn you, you know the saying 'bros before hoes' so they aren't going to hurt the chances of one of their brothers scoring." We laughed for a second. "When you get into school this fall, you're going to hear this a lot. Never fall in love with the Fisher boys."

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