[center][b][u]Episode 1:[/u]
Welcome to the Murder House[/b][/center]

[b]Samson & Jacob[/b]

"You ready?" Jacob asked him excitedly while grabbing the straps of his bags. Samson looked at him, shaking his head no as Jacob dropped his bags with a sigh. "Look, I know you don't feel like leaving but you're moving to my neighborhood so it should be fine." Jacob bit his bottom lip then turned heel as Samson's foster parent wanted them to hurry up. "Oh, you guys go ahead. I am riding with Jacob." Samson said while looking up at Jacob, who gave Samson's foster parent a thumbs up. Samson's foster parent nodded his head and headed out. Samson knew that Josephine was going to protest, probably the whole entire trip. It made him laugh, honestly but he stood up and kissed his boyfriend on the lips then smiled. "Let's go." With those words said, Samson grabbed his bags and follow Jacob out of the room.

Along the ride, it was pure silence between the two. Samson enjoyed the scenery but didn't really have the feeling to comment on it. The only thing audible was his sighing and occasional head bang with the tinted window. He was going to give himself a headache after while but anything was better than moving to New York at this point. As they turned the last and final corner, Samson eyes widened as he saw their magnificent, huge mansion. He saw that his foster parent and Josephine had made it already. Jacob pointed to his house and his friends house, who are said to be twins. "I don't believe you." Samson said because he has never seen a pair of twins before. Jacob shook his head, laughing while popping his trunk open. "Fuck them bags. Let's go and see the inside." Samson said while grabbing ahold of Jacob's hand.

Samson felt a little uneasy about this house when he stepped onto the porch. Upon entering the house, it was breathtaking for him - Literally. Jacob looked at him with a smile. "This is beautiful." Jacob proclaimed while walking upstairs, breaking away from Samson, who was down the stairs and walked into the kitchen, opening the fridge and seen that it still had food in there. His father parent walked into the kitchen. "So, do you like it?" Samson was speechless. "Why is there food already in the fridge? Or how is there?" Samson asked as his foster parent walked up beside him with a raised brow then shrugged his shoulders. "Don't know but glad there is." His foster parent laughed as he mimicked his laughter silently.

Jacob came back down the stairs and told Samson that he had to see his room while he goes and get the bags out of the trunk of his car. Samson walked up the stairs and walked past Josephine's room and leaned against the doorway, sticking his hands inside of his pockets. "So, how do you feel about getting your own room?" He asked her with a raised brow then walked further into her room, sitting on the edge of her bed.