Kylie Bray (Love, Hate and Billions)

Last weekend he took Kevin and me to Disney land for the entire weekend and we all bunked in the same suite, the best weekend ever.

“I can't breathe Stone,” I whine lifting up my head, readying myself to do some serious damage to his back by ramming my head into it.

I’d seen how the Bulls do it, there is no better time to try it out.

I stop short when I see a small girl waiting by a motorbike, looking like she's upside down.

She must be about Jace's age, but I can't be sure with her face all blotchy.

Michael puts me on the ground and spins me around by my shoulders, forcing me to look at him as he kneels in front of me.

I smile and he laughs.

I know what's funny, I have a crooked tooth in the front. Pushing his black-rimmed glasses up his nose he shakes his head like he doesn't know what he is going to do with me. My papa does it too.

I always looked up to my brother Michael the most. He doesn't have blue or brown eyes like the others in the Stone family, his is green like Uncle Hector.

Most people find him scary because he towers over everyone and he is all bulky and strong, but he is cool, like so cool. How could I not like him?

"Kylie meet Dakota Larken." He moves back, slightly to the left and all my attention focuses on the small girl.

I smile at her as she sniffles, it's obvious to me that she's crying. Michael stands up and ruffles my hair.

smack his hand away. He knows I hate it when he

“Make friends, I'll keep Aunt Milda

mansion flaying his hands in the air and so

Bray,

small step towards me, she sniffs and wipes her nose

helping me with

because she sounds

"You a genius like my

nothing on me,

on my hips, my head tilts to

"Is that so."

hands on hers as well,

me squint my eyes. I'm getting thirsty, but I'm also curious about

ya" I drawl in my coolest southern

shouted at me by now, she hates when

"Five, you?"

live ‘round

just moved to

hands into the pockets of her yellow dirty

catch on her blue converse lace-ups. I have one in every color, hers look worn and I love it, that is the trend now at our school, but my mama always throws mine out and replaces them the moment it starts fading, maybe this girl

"Cool, why ya crying."