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Hey did you know Charlie's on twitch

Yes. I watch her.

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"Are we going to meet them right now? Or are you sneaking me into room already?" Bryson asked with a laugh. He was actually excited about the chance to meet them. Honestly his father didn't talk about his time in America too much. "I don't mind I haven't anything else to do. But I cant be bothered to just burst in the place mate." He said smiling at him.

Welcome to the neighborhood || Bryson McDonnell - Open

Bryson sat on the porch looking out at the neighborhood. It was kind of the same as England but not quite. Nothing was quite like home. He missed his grandparents and all his old friends but he could do this. At least his dad seemed happy about the move. He claimed to have friends and since uncle Pj agreed he believed his dad. Bryson stood up and stretched and straightened his blonde hair. He started to walk around curiously he thought he saw a few kids his age.

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"There are no mums on this street?! That's odd. Well I haven't gotten one either. So I fit in there." Bryson said smiling at him. "Sure I can. Parent's love me, it keeps them off my back. Looks like I did hit the lottery in finding a guide." He said proudly and looked at the house they were in front of. "What's your dad like? Is he mean or something?"

Welcome to the neighborhood || Bryson McDonnell - Open

Bryson sat on the porch looking out at the neighborhood. It was kind of the same as England but not quite. Nothing was quite like home. He missed his grandparents and all his old friends but he could do this. At least his dad seemed happy about the move. He claimed to have friends and since uncle Pj agreed he believed his dad. Bryson stood up and stretched and straightened his blonde hair. He started to walk around curiously he thought he saw a few kids his age.

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"All dad houses? Whats that suppose to mean?" Bryson asked curiously. He listens to the families. "I should find the other British family. Figure out how to dig my feet in the sand here." He said. "Are you the local favorite child then? Have I gotten lucky in finding a guide?" He asked jokingly.

Welcome to the neighborhood || Bryson McDonnell - Open

Bryson sat on the porch looking out at the neighborhood. It was kind of the same as England but not quite. Nothing was quite like home. He missed his grandparents and all his old friends but he could do this. At least his dad seemed happy about the move. He claimed to have friends and since uncle Pj agreed he believed his dad. Bryson stood up and stretched and straightened his blonde hair. He started to walk around curiously he thought he saw a few kids his age.

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"I have an Ant. Lovely women." Bryson said. Then it hit him. He did remember Ell. Not sure why he remembered him as a girl. "I remember now. Not sure about the crazy nicknames but you're one of Uncle Dan and Phil's runts. I've seen the pictures. You guys didn't visit too often. What are the chances you live here ahead of me?" He asked.

Welcome to the neighborhood || Bryson McDonnell - Open

Bryson sat on the porch looking out at the neighborhood. It was kind of the same as England but not quite. Nothing was quite like home. He missed his grandparents and all his old friends but he could do this. At least his dad seemed happy about the move. He claimed to have friends and since uncle Pj agreed he believed his dad. Bryson stood up and stretched and straightened his blonde hair. He started to walk around curiously he thought he saw a few kids his age.

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Guess I have to host a banger for you lot. Have to find a place first. The spot tedious sounds promises but maybe not my first few weeks here. Have to sort out the rubbish first. You'll have to be there." Bryson noted. It was the first thing he was looking forward to since he landed on this soil. "What families live around here?" He asked.

Welcome to the neighborhood || Bryson McDonnell - Open

Bryson sat on the porch looking out at the neighborhood. It was kind of the same as England but not quite. Nothing was quite like home. He missed his grandparents and all his old friends but he could do this. At least his dad seemed happy about the move. He claimed to have friends and since uncle Pj agreed he believed his dad. Bryson stood up and stretched and straightened his blonde hair. He started to walk around curiously he thought he saw a few kids his age.

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"I'll have to check that out later." Bryson said but mostly noting to himself. He listened to the list Harlen was making and nodded politely. I don't know people so i fancy I cant enter their houses. The woods sound interesting. Is there a secret watering hole or Narnia on the other side? I fancy a good party. You mean we party whilst our parent out? Not a party with them?" He asked hoping he would say yes to the former.

Welcome to the neighborhood || Bryson McDonnell - Open

Bryson sat on the porch looking out at the neighborhood. It was kind of the same as England but not quite. Nothing was quite like home. He missed his grandparents and all his old friends but he could do this. At least his dad seemed happy about the move. He claimed to have friends and since uncle Pj agreed he believed his dad. Bryson stood up and stretched and straightened his blonde hair. He started to walk around curiously he thought he saw a few kids his age.

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Bryson had to pause for a second because most of that was rubbish. "Sorry you are going to have to refresh my memory. I done forgotten you mate." He said. He rubbed the back of his head nervously. I don't think you've met my mum. All I've gotten is a dad. He is pretty lame but he is more than enough." He told him.

Welcome to the neighborhood || Bryson McDonnell - Open

Bryson sat on the porch looking out at the neighborhood. It was kind of the same as England but not quite. Nothing was quite like home. He missed his grandparents and all his old friends but he could do this. At least his dad seemed happy about the move. He claimed to have friends and since uncle Pj agreed he believed his dad. Bryson stood up and stretched and straightened his blonde hair. He started to walk around curiously he thought he saw a few kids his age.

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"The accent mostly except for some swears. I looked them up." Bryson said then realized he could find one of his Dad's 'friends' "Any swedish families around here?" He asked casually. He'll have to look. "No like sound fun. Like entertainment. Doesn't matter if we have to mind our manners or not. Ive been here almost a week and Im bored to hell." He explained.

Welcome to the neighborhood || Bryson McDonnell - Open

Bryson sat on the porch looking out at the neighborhood. It was kind of the same as England but not quite. Nothing was quite like home. He missed his grandparents and all his old friends but he could do this. At least his dad seemed happy about the move. He claimed to have friends and since uncle Pj agreed he believed his dad. Bryson stood up and stretched and straightened his blonde hair. He started to walk around curiously he thought he saw a few kids his age.

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Bryson looked almost shocked at the familiar accent. It wasn't as strong as his but it was definition there. "Bryson. Bryson McDonnell." He answered with a handshake. "Bloody hell I thought I would be the only Brit in this neighborhood. When do you cross the pond?" He asked not really excited but very curious.

Welcome to the neighborhood || Bryson McDonnell - Open

Bryson sat on the porch looking out at the neighborhood. It was kind of the same as England but not quite. Nothing was quite like home. He missed his grandparents and all his old friends but he could do this. At least his dad seemed happy about the move. He claimed to have friends and since uncle Pj agreed he believed his dad. Bryson stood up and stretched and straightened his blonde hair. He started to walk around curiously he thought he saw a few kids his age.

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"My Dad and my uncle likes to do impressions when they come from the pubs to tell us stories. I practiced Swedish too." Bryson listed off remembering listening to them as a kid. "My Dad is too lame to have friends but he still mad us cross the pond. What goes for sound around here?" He asked curiously.

Welcome to the neighborhood || Bryson McDonnell - Open

Bryson sat on the porch looking out at the neighborhood. It was kind of the same as England but not quite. Nothing was quite like home. He missed his grandparents and all his old friends but he could do this. At least his dad seemed happy about the move. He claimed to have friends and since uncle Pj agreed he believed his dad. Bryson stood up and stretched and straightened his blonde hair. He started to walk around curiously he thought he saw a few kids his age.

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"True to the Queen I am British . Wanted to try it my American accent. Just having a gaff. Convincing wasn't I?" Bryson asked with a small laugh. This was more fun than he thought. He wasn't interested in fighting though he was curious about Harlen's family. "So do your parent know mine? He claims he had many friends in America."

Welcome to the neighborhood || Bryson McDonnell - Open

Bryson sat on the porch looking out at the neighborhood. It was kind of the same as England but not quite. Nothing was quite like home. He missed his grandparents and all his old friends but he could do this. At least his dad seemed happy about the move. He claimed to have friends and since uncle Pj agreed he believed his dad. Bryson stood up and stretched and straightened his blonde hair. He started to walk around curiously he thought he saw a few kids his age.

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Bryson tried not to smile at Harlen's puzzled face. Maybe his accent was that bad. He looked over to where he he was waving. "Its fine. I can handle a couple of blokes. As a year 7 I took down two year 10 wankers. It was a feat." He said in his normal voice as he followed along to wherever Harlen was taking him. "Is this like a turf war?" He asked curiously. He watched a lot of American videos to prepare for this move.

Welcome to the neighborhood || Bryson McDonnell - Open

Bryson sat on the porch looking out at the neighborhood. It was kind of the same as England but not quite. Nothing was quite like home. He missed his grandparents and all his old friends but he could do this. At least his dad seemed happy about the move. He claimed to have friends and since uncle Pj agreed he believed his dad. Bryson stood up and stretched and straightened his blonde hair. He started to walk around curiously he thought he saw a few kids his age.

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Bryson looked up when he heard someone say hi. He almost jumped since he didnt see him coming. He thought about using his American accent he practiced but he didn't want to offend him but he did practice. Wait hazing? Not again. "Oh that's not good. Glad I met you first then." He said carefully with the American accent. "Bryson McDonnell. Nice to meet you." He greeted and held his hand out to shake.

Welcome to the neighborhood || Bryson McDonnell - Open

Bryson sat on the porch looking out at the neighborhood. It was kind of the same as England but not quite. Nothing was quite like home. He missed his grandparents and all his old friends but he could do this. At least his dad seemed happy about the move. He claimed to have friends and since uncle Pj agreed he believed his dad. Bryson stood up and stretched and straightened his blonde hair. He started to walk around curiously he thought he saw a few kids his age.

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Welcome to the neighborhood || Bryson McDonnell - Open

Bryson sat on the porch looking out at the neighborhood. It was kind of the same as England but not quite. Nothing was quite like home. He missed his grandparents and all his old friends but he could do this. At least his dad seemed happy about the move. He claimed to have friends and since uncle Pj agreed he believed his dad. Bryson stood up and stretched and straightened his blonde hair. He started to walk around curiously he thought he saw a few kids his age.

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You were the best room mate I've ever lived with, don't tell Felix

I will carry the secret to my grave. Make sure youtwo visit me in England. I look forward to it.

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“My name is Vilya”