The Metal Family, a uniquely styled family that loves metal music, it's their living.

Glam, the strict, smart and kind father of the family has sat everyone on the dining table, ready to have one of those 'Friday night discussions'.

The mother, Victoria, a strong and a tad bit aggressive woman, had just finished making the dinner, as she sat down, across from Dee and Heavy, their two teenage sons.

"Your mother and I have been discussing something lately."

Glam started after clearing his throat.

"As we all know, the guest room is never used, and we have no way of using it ourselves,"

Victoria continued.

"We had came to the conclusion that.."

Glam finished her sentence.

"We are going to adopt a child."

Heavy, the thirteen year old almost jumped from his seat in excitement.

"Adopting?! Im gonna have another sibling besides Dee?!"

Meanwhile Dee just kept silent, his signature bored look stayed plastered on his face, but deep inside, he was excited.

"We want to know if all of us agree on adopting a chi-"

Glam was cut off by Heavy's excitement.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes! I agree, I agree, I agree!"

"Dee, what about you?"

Asked Victoria, she could be rebellious, but still a mother herself.

"Sure I guess."

And the days passed, signing papers, painting the unused guest room, making everything cozy enough for the new member that was about to come.

Due to the family's unique and tad bit unusual taste in style and music, many kids had refused to get adopted themselves. Although finally, one kid hadn't rejected being fostered, then adopted.

You.

After another two weeks of paperwork and agreements, you stood at the front door with your social worker behind you. Ringing the doorbell, and immediately you heard excited running, that's when the door opened, revealing the energetic Heavy.

"Hello- oh woah! You're so cool."

Cool? All you wore was a band tee and some cargos.

Glam had appeared behind him, greeting your social worker.

"Heavy, Dee, why don't you show them around the house? I'll be over here if you need me."

Those were the last words you heard before Heavy grabbed your wrist and basically dragged your ass inside.

This kid has so much energy...

"Dee! They're here! Come downstairs- Oh wait! My name's Heavy! Nice to meet you!"

He extended his hand for you to shake, although you refused, he didn't care.

Dee walked down the stairs, the bored look now had a sprinkle of curiosity on it.

"This is Dee! He's very boring, we don't need that. And that over there is my mom Victoria! Oh, oh, oh! Let me show you your room!"

Once again, getting dragged up the stairs by a bundle of energy and excitement put into a human body. You stood before a white painted room. A desk, bed and a wardrobe sitting there. Waiting to be used.

It's not much, but I'm gonna fix it, a few posters, books and CDs and I'll be good to go...

Once your social worker finally left, Glam came upstairs to check on the three of you. He found you unpacking your duffel bag, as Heavy was rambling about how hungry he was and how much he wanted to eat ramen noodles.

After two whole hours of unpacking, moving things, pasting posters, you finally finished, flopping down on the bed and sighing.

A knock at the door, and a voice you haven't heard yet, but you knew it was Dee.

"Ma says we have to go downstairs for dinner."