The Boys Next Door

The Boys.

The first day they moved in I knew they would be trouble. Louis with his short shaggy brown hair and needy blue/green eyes and Liam with his spiked short brown hair and distant brown eyes they were a force to be reckoned with. And boy did I avoid them.

My mom tried to convince me that taking over a plate of cookies would be a good idea and maybe it would've been if they hadn't came to the door in boxers and nothing else causing all of my sense go out the window.

I am not a graceful person. So when they invited me in to play video games of course I tripped over air and face planted into the cookies. I would be lying if I said I played it off smooth and that we all laughed about it, instead I ran from the house holding my breathe the whole way to my room.

Then two days later I had just gotten out of the shower and walked into my room from my connected bathroom with no clothes on to see my curtains open and both of them standing beside the window. Mortified I fell to the floor and crawled to my closet getting dressed inside it. Once I felt like it's clear I came out to see Louis leaning out the window, he waved to me and winked right before I shut my curtains.

Slowly I've learned small things about the boys. Louis likes to mow the lawn with no shirt on and plays soccer with some darker skinned boy with tattoos and black hair every week. Liam plays the piano at night and also sits on the roof at night and star gazes. Louis likes to sing loudly to me when he catches me staring at their window. They're just so intoxicating. I want to speak to them I want to get to know them but I'm terrified they'll find me annoying.

Over the few weeks before school started they kept trying to get my attention and I kept avoiding them. My best friend Becket finally came back from her family vacation and I stayed at her house until the last day of summer break. That day we partied on the beach for the back to school jam. That's where our story starts.