Tree Face

CHAPTER 3: RIPPED JEANS VS. FLORAL DRESSES

A/N Hello guys, um, I have a question. Can you see who your readers are if they don't comment? Wattpad is genuinely confusing me rn. Thanks for reading this story. I'm think of sidelining this and writing some PJO or KOTLC fanfics, so we'll see how this goes.

Just as I was about to tell Alex about it, Matheo burst in through the front door, most likely damaging it in some way. I rolled my eyes and laughed as he started checking the door, then remembered why he was here. He rushed over to me and started bandaging up my leg, despite my many protests. In no time at all, he was done.

He stood up and laughed at my shocked expression. "I took a first aid course a while back. Thought it might come in handy, you know? In case I ever ran over someone with my awesome biking skills!" He jokingly flexed his muscles, leaving both me and Alex in tears. We were laughing so hard, Alex was on his knees and I was dangerously close to tipping the chair backwards. After we sobered up a bit, Alex said, "That's Matheo Jones for you. Jack of all trades, except apparently biking." Which, as expected, got us all dying again.

For about the third time today, the door slammed open. (We might need to look into steel doors if these people keep visiting.) Two girls walked in, one wearing a pretty blue floral pattern dress, and the other wearing ripped jeans and a T-shirt. They were polar opposites in every way.

The floral dress girl looked kind of Chinese, with wavy, jet black hair and brown eyes, a lot like Matheo. The ripped jeans girl looked more like Alex, with chocolate brown hair and bright blue eyes.

As if Matheo and Alex the supermodels weren't enough, their sisters looked like they had just walked out of a Vogue magazine, I thought. Maybe not Ripped Jeans Girl, the Vogue designers might actually have a heart attack if they saw her. She was still super pretty though.

"Ugh new neighbours," groaned Ripped Jeans Girl. "Hey, you're the one standing in my house uninvited," I said, crossing my arms and looking up at her.

Matheo broke up our little staring contest and said, "Alice, Hannah, this is Emma. She and her brother, Alex, just moved in here, hence the reason we're all standing in here. I also ran over her with my bike, hence the reason she's sitting." Ripped Jeans Girl rolled her eyes and scoffed a bit at that.

"This is Hannah, my younger sister," Matheo continued, gesturing to Floral Dress Girl. "We're twins, you doofus!" She exclaimed. "I'm still older," Matheo replied with a smirk. I couldn't help but laugh a little at that. Neither could anyone else, including Ripped Jeans Girl. "Anyway, Emma, this is Alice, Alex's younger sister, by a year." Matheo gestured to her.

I uncrossed my arms and stuck my hand out, when I noticed the logo on her shirt. "You're a Linkin Park fan?" I asked. She also uncrossed her arms out of surprise and replied, "Yeah, you like them too?" Matheo chuckled and said, "Sounds like someone just found a friend."