The Angel Next Door

|ONE| Moving In

I carried (more like dragged) my duffle bag up the stairs and into my new room on the second floor. I'm glad Sam, my younger brother, taught me the trick to always pack light, less stuff to move around.
I pushed open the bedroom door, throwing my bag on the bed that stood in the corner. I stood in the middle of the room, examining my new living quarters.
A small bed, a mirror, a small wooden desk, and a dresser were the only items in the room. But I couldn't have asked for anything more. I walked over to the small window across the room. I peered outside, looking across the street to see another house similar to ours. I wondered why we even bought a house so close to civilization. We usually keep to ourselves in a more rural country home.
"Hey," I heard someone call from the doorway.
"What?" I asked, turning to face my little brother.
"How's your room?" He asked, walking in.
I rolled my eyes, turning back to the window. "Fine."
"We'll only be here for a year, like we always do. It won't be so bad, I promise, this is your last year of school anyways. How bad could it be?" Sam encouraged, shrugging his shoulders.
I gave him a cold stare. How bad could it be?
"Do you not realize that we move houses every year and we change schools every year? Don't understand that I'm sick of moving around? I mean, don't you want to stay somewhere for more than 12 months? Maybe make some permanent friends? Maybe have a chance to be normal?"
"It's not that bad," he said, frowning slightly.
"Whatever," I muttered, not in the mood for talking anymore.
He cleared his throat, turning to leave. "I'm just down the hall if you want to talk later." He offered me a small smile and exited the room.
I sighed, sitting down on the edge of the bed.
"I'm just tired," I mumbled to myself, burying my face in my hands.
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Ding-Dong
I stood up from my bed, hearing the door bell ring.
Ding-dong
"I got it!" I yelled, running down the stairs to the front door.
I opened the door, surprised to see a boy that looked about my age with dark brown hair and blue eyes staring back at me.
"Hello," he greeted, giving me a side smile.
"Uh, hi." I responded, scratching the back of my neck. Is this some kind of joke?
"My mother told me that you had just recently moved into our neighborhood?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow.
I nodded, leaning back on my heels. "Yup, that's us."
He smiled, giving me a quick nod. "Well, she told me to give you this letter then." said the boy, handing me a small envelope.
"Oh, okay." I said, taking the envelope, turning it over in my hands. I raised an eyebrow, curious.
"It's an invitation for our fall BBQ, we would like you and your family to join us." He informed me, a small smile still on his lips.
My lips twitched, trying to hold back a laugh. But instead I nodded, holding up the letter.
"Well I'll be sure to let my folks know." I said, a hint of sarcasm in my voice. No way in hell was I going to a stupid 'BBQ party.'
"Sounds great!" He exclaimed, grinning. "My name is Castiel, by the way." He added, extending his hand.
I hesitated before shaking it, hoping I didn't catch his strange case cheeriness.
"Dean." I responded, grasping his extended hand. I tilted my head slightly to the side. I was surprised on how firm his hand shake was, considering his smiley personality.
"Nice. Well, I'll hopefully see you next weekend!" He said, turning away from the door, a smile on his face.
"See ya." I called out, slamming the door.
I leaned against the front door, looking over the letter with cursive writing on the front.
"No you won't," I said to myself, tossing the letter in the trash bin.