Noah Next Door ✓

1: Hot with a Chance of Meatballs

Parker

I steal another glance towards Noah Bishop through our aligned windows. His dark and slick hair was clinging to his forehead as his post-showered body came into view, nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. I shouldn't be looking. In fact, I shouldn't be doing anything besides getting ready for school, which starts in less than forty-five minutes and I still hadn't even showered yet.

The first time I saw Noah, he was laughing at me from his bedroom window. He and his family had just moved in next door that very morning, all the way from a small town in England—so says his mother. I was dancing in my room to 'I Wanna Dance With Somebody' by Whitney Houston while also wearing my favourite Christmas sweater, despite it being the middle of July. Since then, he has referred to me as Christmas sweater, and I have had a crush on him.

There were six members in total to the Bishop Family. Mrs Andrea Bishop, formerly Andrea Halstead, whose father was the chief executive officer of a global conglomerate and had sired twelve children in all: herself included. Her husband, Mr Johnny Bishop, was a teenage model for an eighties magazine. Their eldest son, Jonathan—clearly named after his father—was currently majoring in Economics at an Ivy League University. Their youngest, Lewis, was best friend's with my own little brother, Bodhi. Isla was the second youngest, and was very talented when it came to classical instruments. The only instrument I knew how to play was the Triangle. Then there was Noah, the guy whose damp torso I was currently staring at. Captain of Wellington High School's soccer team and the guy that everyone in school was attracted to, including, yours truly.

As Noah walked out of frame, probably to go and find an outfit to wear for today, my twin sister Poppy entered my bedroom without warning, just as she did every other morning.

"Spying on the hottie next door, again?" She wondered, seating herself on the edge of my bed with an arched right eyebrow, followed by a groan of disapproval.

"No! I was... just checking today's weather." Was the lie that came out of my mouth.

"Let me guess, it's nice and hot with a chance of meatballs?" She laughed. I roll my eyes at her before slumping backwards with a yawn.

"You seriously need to get over him. He's literally the straightest guy that I've ever seen." Poppy tells me for the one hundredth time. She's not the only one. Every single one of my friends also agree that I should get over my silly crush on Noah, as if there's a switch I can flip and my colossal crush on him would just evaporate into thin air. "And apparently he and Saylor are a thing."

Saylor Anderson is one of Poppy's best friends, has been since kindergarten, along with a girl named Lydia Palmer. They run in the same social circle as Noah and his friends do, classing as the upper echelon of Wellington High School's student body, with both Saylor and Noah at it's apex. Which apparently, according to everyone else, makes the two of them a perfectly compatible match. Of course, popularity wasn't the only reason everyone shipped them. There's also the fact that they are considered to be two of the most attractive people at school.

"Dude, get up and get ready for school!" Poppy shook me by my right shoulder.

I sit upright with a groan. "Fine."

My bare feet collide with the carpeted floor as I stand up and make my way to the closet to fish out an outfit for school today.

A pair of cargo pants, a long-sleeved button up shirt and a pair of clean trunks.

I place my clothes on the vanity in the ensuite bathroom before getting a fresh towel from the bottom cabinet and placing it on the rack. I close the bathroom door and lock it. Then I begin to undress myself.