THE BOY NEXT DOOR-
AFTER Sofia Mendes has to spend the next six months at her Aunt's house, because her barely available mom's business branch has moved to London- Sofia finds that a new family has bought the house next door to her Aunt's.
When goof...
I came across one quote recently, that I've loved so much, I just had to share it with you guys.
"You would keep watching a show even if it's slow because someone said "it gets better." What if you looked at your life like that?"
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A/N~ I wrote this chapter at 5:00am on the brink of sleep a few nights ago. Sorry if the writing is a bit poor in this chapter <3
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Chapter Forty-Two: Amelia Sommers
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Mason came back from the States two days ago, from his week leave.
And a lot had changed when he left. For one, Art and I got a lot closer than we were before. We actually went on multiple dates together—the movies, some local restaurants and laser tag. But only as friends.
Also during that time I had been stuck in my room studying like crazy, along with attending my after school cheer and basketball practice.
I was proud of myself—I put in five hours of studying everyday, and got nothing but As and one B in all my tests, including math which was one subject that always seemed to bite me in the ass.
I came back home from a long day at an after-school basketball practise, Aidan behind me as I opened the front door.
"...I'm not sure, I'll probably break up with her again." Aidan shrugged as we walked down the hallway. He was referring to Natalia Smirnov—his on and off Russian girlfriend. I honestly don't know how she always came running back to him. He was a player that only saw her for her body, and not who she was as a person. Something I would argue over a lot with him, but he never seemed to change.
I wonder why.
I opened the kitchen door, the smell of Aunt Em's famous Bulgogi hit my nose like a breath of fresh air. A familiar frame stood beside her near the stove, cutting up what looked like a pear.
"Mom?" Aidan and I said in disbelief, and I dropped my schoolbag to the floor. She turned around to face Aidan and I, a huge smile starting to form on her face. "Niños!" My mom squealed, and dropped what she was holding to give Aidan a hug.
Ouch.
I held my arms out for her to give me a hug also, but it never came. Instead, she gave my hair a quick ruffle. Eventually I put my hands to my side, and stood next to them near the kitchen island as she hugged and talked with Aidan.
Was I surprised? Not even one bit.
I walked to the kitchen counter to watch Aunt Em as she cooked. Her apron was hung tight around her waist, and her shoulder-length jet black hair was tied in a loose high ponytail. Sweat glands covered her forehead due to the heat of the stove in front of her.
