Copyright ©2014 by LoveTillD'End®
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This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are all product of the author's imagination. Any resemblances to actual event, places or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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The Girl Next Door™
By LoveTillD'End®
What if you had this very weird experience....what would you do?!?
Genre: Romance, Mystery
Warnings: Language and Mature content
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Before reading this, please bear with me, I'm sorry for the wrong grammars..
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The Girl Next Door ™
This is the day...
The day that Clyde Bradford will finally move out of London.
Clyde Bradford, an eighteen year-old teenage boy, who wanted to get out of London as soon as possible for having the reason that he needed to start a new life. His parents died in a car accident on the month of August 2013, but they won't stop haunting him so he decided to move out of London. He didn't want to forget, he just needed to take a break from all these happenings.
When his parents died, none of his relatives showed up, the fact that they knew the incident . No one came just to say their final goodbyes. They didn't really care. And him, none of them offerred him a place to stay, they just left him all alone. So if he move out of London nobody will even fucking care.
He packed his things and buckled up into his car. The trip from London to Doncaster is about 3 hours.
"Wooh..what a luggage!!",he complained, wiping off the imaginary sweat on his forehead and dropping his luggage in front of his unit.
"Hey", a sweet voice of a girl called nearby. He instantly searched for her and saw her standing at the door behind him. Meaning the room of the girl is just across his.
"Uh,.hey??...", he answered awkwardly.
"I'm Katelyn Bryde, and you are?!", the girl cheerfully asked.
"Yeah,. I'm Clyde Bradford, pleasure to meet you", he answered smiling.
"I can help you with that", she proposed.
"Can you?!,It's heavy..I mean NO, you're a girl.", he then realized that he should not let her help him carry his things. It will show that he's not a gentleman.
"So,what if I'm a girl. What's the big deal", Katelyn scoffed.
"It's just that--- no,uh, how should I put this--", he didn't know what words to say, in a way that the girl will not be offended by his words.
"Ugh!, enough with the explanation, just let me help you. Well, I don't care if I'm a girl what's the difference?", she grabbed Clyde's Sports bag, and entered his room.
"It looks a lot like mine", she said in awe, and dropped the bag on the couch.
"How old are you? Are you living alone?", he asked bringing the luggage inside.
