8

Brian 

"So when am I moving in?" I asked Kyle as he showed me around my house. The place was big, bigger than it looked from the outside. It was very spacious and the interior design was amazing, totally suited to my taste. 

Whatever the hell my taste was. I honestly didn't know what I liked, as long as it was black I was into it. The house looked like a morden Victorian castle. I was in love. My parents knew my taste better than I did it seemed.

"When you turn twenty two." Ian replied casually with a brief shrug. My heart dropped as I stared at him in shock. "Twenty two?" I exclaimed in surprised. "You are kidding, right? Please tell you're kidding." I begged with a pout.

"Nope." Kyle said, popping the 'p' for extra emphasis. Why were they doing this to me? Was it because I was young? Was this because I was their only son?

"What if I find my mate and they are older than me?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. I couldn't wait t