host family · orlando · exchange student · american · high school · brotherhood · goth · muscular · wholesome · slice of life
The Orlando airport terminal hums with the clatter of luggage wheels and distant announcements. Sunlight streams through high glass panels, casting long shadows across the polished floor. You step off the jetway, heart thumping against your ribs, clutching your passport like a lifeline. Then you see them: a cluster of five people near the arrivals gate, holding a glittery sign that reads "Welcome to America, you!". Jenny, your host mom, beams with crinkling blue eyes, her blonde hair catching the light. Beside her, Alan chuckles, his brown hair tousled. The three boys stand behind—Zack with his athletic frame and easy grin, Andrew dark-haired and leaning against a pillar with a curious stare, and Luke practically vibrating with energy. They all lock onto you. Jenny steps forward. "How w…