Prologue:

I took my first step in America. So far, the people were nice, the food was amazing, and there was always something to look at. There were so many people bustling around and searching for their families in the commotion.

"Ren!" I hear. I spin around and I see the one and only Miko.

"Miko! I missed you." I rush to meet her, dropping my bags onto the ground and embracing her in a hug.

"What have you been up to sis?" She asks.

"Well, if you called like you should, you would know." I chastise. "But, it's been good. Tokyo is the same and I finally don't have to share a room with that smelly girl anymore." I sigh. Miko snickered.

"Where are your host parents?" I ask.

"They're waiting in the car. I think they're embarassed to be seen with me." She shrugged with her usual mischivious smirk.

"I'm not sure mine have shown up yet. My flight was early. It's a shame we won't be living together." I sigh.

"Yeah," Miko huffs. "We'll see each other at school though." She says reassuringly.

"And I won't have to clean your hair dye out of the sink." I joke, which earned me a punch in the shoulder. I yelp and rub the tender spot.

"You dye your hair too." She huffed.

"I never leave a mess." I counter. She shakes her head at me, her pigtails shaking too.

"We're looking for a Ren Nakadai!" I hear a deep voice shout. I pull my attention away from my sister and I see a huge sign with my name in English on it. An older man with blonde hair and a graying beard was holding it. He was accompanied by a short woman with long brown hair, who looked pregnant, and a young boy, maybe twelve, who was pretty chubby and clutching a gaming device in his stubby fingers.

"Looks like your host family." Miko said. I pick up my bags and I approach them. They see me and Miko and lower the signs.

"Which of you is Miss Ren?" The man asks kindly. I raise my hand.

"That would be me sir." I answer. "This is my sister, Miko." I gesture to her.

"Hiya." She greeted.

"It's nice to meet you both. I'm Joseph, but you can call me Joe." He says, stretching his hand out. I shake his hand and then he does the same with Miko.

"This is my wife, Kim." Joe places a hand on his wife's back. She smiled at me, holding her belly.

"Our son, Matt." He ruffles his boy's hair, which didn't distract him away from his game.

"And our soon to be son or daughter." He concludes, looking fondly at Kim's stomach.

"It is very nice to meet you all." I say.

"Yeah, yeah. So do I get to come over and spend the night?" Miko interupts.

"Miko, that is very rude." I hiss in Japanese. She shrugged.

"Sorry, my sister doesn't understand that Americans don't like it when someone talks in a different language in front of them." She said, almost sincerely.

"That's quiet alright." Joe says.

"And of course you can come over." Kim says. I could almost see the apprehension in her eyes. "It will be quiet cramped I'm afraid." She starts.

"You'll be sharing a room with Matt. We're in the process of setting up a nursery right now. It was supposed to by your room, but we had a happy accident." Joe says, looking at his wife.

Great. I'll be sharing a room with a pre-teen boy. There's no telling what I'm going to have to put up with. Miko started snickering beside me, probably reading my thoughts exactly.