The Boy Next Door (...)

Harry

Since my mother was home today I decided to go and watch the basketball game. By the seats, I found Annabelle sitting alone.

"Hey,"

"PMS?"

Why would Annabelle think I have PMS?

"You've been acting strangely since lunch." she explained.
Sigh.

"Josh,"

She knew what I went. I didn't need to explain.

Just when I was about to fall asleep (I have no interest whatsoever in basketball)  my eye was attracted to something, well, attractive. A fine-looking brother replaced another player. He is light-skinned with a cute smile and sparkling-white teeth. He is short but has a muscular body. The wind was blowing his chocolate-brown hair that was resting above his hazel-blue eyes. He glanced in our direction and I felt my cheeks turn red.

"Who's he?" I asked.

"God bless the day he was born!" She said, mesmerized.

Annabelle and I took no more interest in the game. Or atleast I wasn't. We were looking at his body parts; from his hair to his posture, his chest, arms, all the way down to his ankles. He kept looking over where we were sitting and it freaked me out every time he did. Annabelle on the other hand, was waving. She was making a complete full of herself. And dragging me down with her.

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That afternoon when I was doing my History homework, I received a message on my laptop. There was a new follower on twitter. I hesitated to look but decided to look anyway.

@IAmHarry

Who on earth is Harry?

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