I Just Don't Believe In Love...

Chapter 5://Home

She's hiding something too.
"We're here!" My mom announces happily. I look up at her house. I've missed this place. It has a long smooth driveway, a giant 100 year old tree in the center of the huge lush green yard, a wrap around porch with windows along it, and beautiful colorful flowers everywhere. Another floor up she has a balcony. The balcony has three doors branching off. Mine's the middle door. She has two garages, one for the tools and stuff, and one for the actual cars. She's a cop, so she has a personal car and her 'duty car'. Her house has dark grey paneling and brownish grayish rocks around the garage. I don't have to see her backyard to know that it's huge, green; and has a trampoline and pool. She literally has a forest in her backyard.
"Hey Andi. Meeting again so soon?" Dylan walks down the next door house's driveway. He stands next to me at the trunk and lifts out my suitcases.
"What.." The fuck. "What are you doing here?"
He turns to my mom laughing, "you didn't tell her?"
"I thought you already told her on the plane," she shrugs. She winks at me and heads up the driveway.
He moves so we're pressed against each other. "I'm your next door neighbor."
I laugh, "guess I'll have to get curtains."
I don't think that's the answer he expected, he tilts his head slightly and gives me a confused look.
"My window is like right next to another window on your guys' house. I could jump from one windowsill to the other." I point to my general section of the house.
He starts chuckling, "that's my window."
Of course it is. "Really?" I try to play it off cool.
"I always thought your room was the guest room..." He trails off.
"I'm not here often," I say quietly, tugging my shirt over a faded bruise.
Dylan quickly changes the subject, "once I broke into that room."
I was not expecting that, I laugh. "Oh my God, how old were you?"
"Fourteen. I noticed what looked like a bra so at 2 a.m. I sat on the edge of my windowsill, jumped to yours, and wriggled inside. The alarms went off so fast. I ran to the window and jumped to mine."
"Did my mom get mad?" I say giggling.
"No, she knew it was immature fourteen year old Dylan Blake who had a crush on her daughter. So she laughed and turned off the alarms." He laughs, but looks slightly embarrassed that he admitted he had a crush on me.
He had a crush on me. Fifteen year old me. Awkward, brace-faced Andi. I smile. I lean down to grab my suitcase and he leans down to get the other two.
We're inches apart. I can tell my cheeks are red, but so are his. He starts leaning forward. Ahh. I start leaning forward too. Centimeters apart. We're so close our breath mingles together.
"Andi! Dylan! What's taking so long? Bring in the suitcases, we can catch uo later!" My mom yells from the doorway.
I sigh and stand up. "Sorry mom! I dropped something. Coming."
I look over at Dylan again. He's still red, and breathless-- again.
"Do you want to come inside? You can help me unpack my bras." I poke him in the stomach.
"Ha. Ha. Very funny. You know what, I'm going to find some embarrassing information about you." He laughs.
I slam the trunk, grab my suitcase and laptop bag, and walk up the driveway.
I open the front door, Dylan right behind me. I step inside.
I gasp and freeze in my tracks.