Children are dangerous

Boy next door.

I was not too far from the window, although I couldn't get closer because the wind's pressure would get even stronger. So I stretched my arm to close it but I still couldn't, the wind was pushing me.

"Riley?" mom called. The wind suddenly stopped, and the thumps on the window too. I fell backwards on my bottom where was located my iPod, and cracked the screen.

"God damn you." I whispered to the soul, or whatever it was.

"-Yes mom?
- Have you picked your room yet? The workers need to put your furniture in it.
-Um yea. I pick the room on the far left." Which is the one I am currently in.

Before I went downstairs to help the men with my stuff, I looked back at the window to check if the ghost was gone. Later, I spent the rest of my evening with my family and slept.

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The next morning
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I woke up to the sound of my alarm beeping. It was 9am, on a Saturday. I got up, put my glasses on and went to the bathroom that was at the opposite of my room. I washed my face and brushed my teeth. Then, I stared at my tired-looking face, for awhile, not caring about what's going on right now nor about what happened the day before.

I went downstairs to have some breakfast. I was in the mood for some pancakes, so I decided to make some. I put the ingredients in the pan and waited for the pancake to golden. At last, it did. I obviously wanted the other side to golden to, so I decided to flip it in the air. Although, it didn't go as planned.

Whilst it was in the air, I see a pair of blue eyes facing my way, outside the kitchen window. I jump and lose focus of the pancake that lands on my head seconds later. This head doesn't seem familiar though: it seems to be a boy's head.

I unlock the window and ask him angrily: "Um.. may I help you?" I gotta say, he sure was hot.

"For a start, have you ever heard of 'hello'? 'Good Morning'? What about 'Bonjour'? That would be a nice way to greet a stranger. And second, it doesn't seem that I'm not the one who needs the help."

He looks at my hair, covered in pancake mix, and smiles. He then opens the window to enter my kitchen. I sigh and look at him in a 'are you freaking serious?' look. His gorgeous smile, sadly, fades away, and says:
-Come on. I was kidding.
-And I was not amused.
-Say, ...
-Riley.
-Say, Riley. You're different.
-How's that?
-Well, you don't greet your neighbors, you're a really bad cook, and most girls directly fall for me, but you didn't.
I smile while looking down.
-Aye, there's that smile I've been waiting for. By the way, my name's Elliot.
-Elliot..hmm
-Yeah?
-It's just, the name sounds familiar.. Have you ever heard of Arthur Elliott, the photographer?
-Of course. He was my great, great, great, great...you get my point, grandfather. So basically, my name is Elliot Elliott.
I couldn't help but laugh. He then looked sad.
-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh.. I..
-Hah. Im just kidding. He's not related to me in any way. But he was a family friend of my ancestors. And I was named after him. I am a photographer as well.
-That's interesting. I have a question..
-Sure, go ahead.
-What are you doing in my house?
-I saw a van and trucks yesterday parked in front of this house, and I was curious to know who moved in here. No one has ever lived here in ages. And by any chance, it happened to be a beautiful girl my age.
He winks, and I sorta blush. Then, I hear footsteps on the stairs. Must be my dad.
-Well, Elliot. It was nice meeting you. But you better leave before my dad busts you.
-I hope to see you around Riley.
-Of course you will.
-Really? That's great.
-Yea, you literally live next door, dumbass.
I say playfully and he looks down, embarrassed. Then, I break the silence by saying:
-Well you better go. My dad will be here any second now.
-'Ight. Bye, Riley.
And he quickly gets out of the window.
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A/N: Check Polyvore for Riley's outifts and room ( rea-miskaoui)