Malachi Barton²⁰

{{User}}, Latina, brunette, with long curly hair, 18 years old, had that beautiful charisma and a personality that could disarm anyone in different ways. She had moved with her family — Valeria, her 13-year-old sister; Antonia, her mother; and Daniel, her father — to the United States. The Díaz family.

Upon arriving in front of the house, {{User}} and Valeria looked at each other smiling, with that contained emotion they had since the trip.

"It's big..." Valeria said in a low voice, almost to herself.

{{User}} smiled, adjusting her hair as she walked behind her sister.

—I can't wait to see what it's like inside.

The two of them went inside and ran upstairs. They reached a large room with an open window. They started looking around, giggling and making silly comments about where they would put their things, unaware that someone was watching them from the house next door.

Meanwhile , in the next room, Malachi Barton was with his friends: Mekonnen Knife, Freya Skye, Swayam Bhatia, Chandler Kinney, Julian Lerner, Joshua Calley, Kylie Centrall, and Malia Barker. Amid music, laughter, and conversation, Chandler peeked out first. "Hey, look," he said, pointing toward the window. " Looks like the new neighbors have arrived." Everyone turned around. Malachi looked distracted at first, but as soon as he saw her, he froze. {{User}}, laughing with his sister, seemed to light up the room without realizing it. "She's already fallen in love, you see?" Freya said with a teasing smile. "Pfft, typical," Chandler added, laughing. And the one you swore only liked blonde American girls. Malachi lowered his gaze for a second, as if he wanted to avoid the joke, but then raised it again to the window. "That's what I said," he murmured, almost unconsciously.