He's Something

One - The Harrisons

One • The Harrisons

"Honey, Wake up! We have new neighbors moving in next to our house today!" My mom yells, telling me to get ready straight away. "30 more minutes and I'll be up." I groan to her, turning myself to the left side of my warm, welcoming bed.

"If you don't get up, I'll tell your brother to carry you down," my mother yells again, a hint of annoyance in her yell.

Moaning, I get up, facing the mirror that hung right in front of my bed. Some parts of hair stick out from my messy, brown hair. As I look closer, I see and feel the sticky, dry saliva that dripped probably midnight from my cold lips.

"Ugh." I groan, rubbing and scratching the dry saliva off from the right side of my mouth.

Getting up, I comb my wild, untamed hair. I stare into the mirror, looking intently at my light brown eyes. "I love them." I say to myself, admiring my long, naturally curled eyelashes and my light, pale brown eyes that would shine brightly when it'd hit suns rays. After combing, I put my comb down, filled with tangled brown hair on it. Too lazy to take the remaining hair off, I go down wearing my loose pajamas.

"Does it really have to take 10 minutes just to go down?" My mom asks me, eating her sandwich. "Ew, mom. Monster on the table." I hear my older brother, as he plays with his classical guitar.

"If I'm a monster and we're related, that makes you one," I tell him, growling.

Completely speechless and feeling beaten, he shuts up. That'll teach him.

"Gianna, can you please get the milk from the fridge? I think there's half a carton left," my mom says, while she puts on her deep red lipstick. I walk to the fridge and grab the carton of milk and pour it into my cup.

Putting it back in the fridge, my mom cups both of her hands together and says, "After eating, look your best. We'll be greeting the new neighbors who will be moving to the right side, near our house." She then tells me, finishing her make up with a thick layer of mascara.

I shiver. More annoying neighbors, I think to myself, completely uninterested of meeting them.

"Oh don't be a prune," my mom says, reading my sour face. "I'm sure they'll be a lovely family for sure." She tells me, keeping the mascara in her bag pocket.

Sighing, I eat the sandwich that was made on my plate. After eating, I grab my plate and placed it down on the sink and ran up to get dressed.

Looking at my closet, I find a red, satin dress with curls and frills that stick at the end of the dress. At the back, stays a dark red ribbon. Knowing red looks good on me, I quickly pull off my pajamas and slip on the comfy, red dress. To finish off, I wear my red and white polkadot hair band.

I look into the mirror, examining myself and smile. Red is the best color to wear. I begin to get the curler from my drawer and curl the tips of my hair. After awhile, I was ready to welcome the so-called "lovely" new neighbors.

I grab my black flats and run down the stairs, seeing Leo still play his guitar. "Talk about addicted." I say softly, passing him. "Whatever," I hear him say in an annoying tone, from behind.

Bored out of my wits, I begin to watch Leo from the kitchen, I see him strum his guitar rather softly, yet it was quite loud.

His olive, green eyes focusing on the strings of the guitar, and his light brown hair swaying to the right, covering his eyes, making it hard for him to see. I don't wanna admit, but he was handsome for a guy.

Snapping back to reality, Leo looks at me in a creeped out way and stops strumming his guitar. "Don't ever look at me like that again Yanna." He tells me, placing his guitar back into the case, his face looking like he got weirded out.