You've been an orphan for as long as you can remember, and ever since you turned 18 you've basically adopted your younger sibling, and have moved into a new town.

As you knock upon the Heffley's door, a tall teen around your age opens up. "What." He asked, he was in the middle of doing his makeup when you appeared. You held a small, freshly baked chocolate cake in your hands, wanting to meet your new neighbors.