I arrived at my Aunt's villa 2 days later. She had a party, outfit, and boy to dance with me. Isn't she awesome? My dress was a black macramé top and blue, purple, and black floral bottom. I partied all night long. Around 5 in the morning people started leaving. I walked up to my room and looked out on the balcony, watching the sun rise. "Boo!", a male voice called out at me. "Ahh!", I screamed. "What the heck?!" "I wanted to say hi to my hot new neighbor," said a hot boy with brown hair in the windowsill next door. "My name is Kyle Leery." Cute name cute boy. Concentrate Shay!!! "My name is Shay Webber," I respond. "And why did you scare me like that?" He shrugged, not looking guilty at all. "Oh. I get it!", I exclaimed. Slowly I picked up my stash of extra water balloons and got ready to chuck it. He looked back at me right before it hit him in the head. "WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!" He screamed. "Um... Maybe because you called me hot?" I reply. "Come down. Please? I want to meet my new neighbor." He said. "Be there in a sec. Kyle", I say slyly. This was gonna be fun.
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The Boy Next Door
Teen FictionShay Owens never expected her parents to get divorced. And then move. But after an "incident" at the, ahem, swimming pool, she has to move into her aunt's house in San Francisco. And there's a player next door. I bet you can guess what happens next...
