The Girl Next Door | A Ruby Rose Fan Fiction

Chapter 02

My eyes flicker open to daylight. I stretch, curling my toes into the soft sheets as I let out a yawn.

"Anastasia!" Mum calls from down the stairs, and I groan, again, getting out of bed.

"What?!" I shout back down the stairs. I walk downstairs, slipping a piece of toast into my mouth which my mum made for herself.

"The Tolero family asked for a hand settling everything into their home," she smacks my shoulder after seeing the piece of toast hanging from my mouth.

"And?" I smile, as she slumps another piece of toast into the toaster.

"Well, you can go help them?" I sigh, childishly, before running upstairs to get washed and ready.

The sun peeked through the curtains as I slung them open, the warm sun caressing my cheeks as I hear the birds sing to each other in harmony. I fix my dark hair into place, letting the soft curls fall down my back.

I wore a burgundy flannel shirt, with a white tank top underneath and shorts. It was way too hot to be wearing jeans whilst unpacking. I spray a little of my favourite YSL perfume, and walk out the door.

I knock on the door softly, and Ruby is the one to answer.

"Hey neighbour," she smiles, issuing me to come in.

"Hey, so I heard you need help? Must be a weakling." I tease, and she rolls her eyes, smiling with her faultless teeth.

"My parents do, my stuff is already unpacked, little girl." I raise my eyebrows, smiling surprisingly at her comeback.

"Since when was I their daughter? why don't you go give them a hand?" She shrugs, questioning it as she walks me into her kitchen, her parents outside in the garden.

I feel her lean closer to me, her lips by my ear.

"Because I don't do what anyone says." She whispers. I turn my head towards her, her eyes locked on mine as my lips part.

"Right, sorry, bad girl." I laugh mockingly, before walking out to her parents, leaving her without the chance to say some remark.

She's quite cocky, but funny, I'll give her that. I don't see myself hanging around with her, she's older than me, indefinitely.

"Hey Mr & Mrs Tolero!" I smile, greeting them in their garden and they turn to face me.

"Oh please, Anastasia, call us Mark and Angelina." I nod, admiring the empty garden, it clearly needs a lot of work.

"Thank you for offering to help us unpack, is it okay if you just unload the garden stuff? You don't have to arrange it if you don't want to, you can stay for dinner if you like, I'm making spaghetti carbonara."

Unpack the whole garden furniture? Christ, do I look like the hulk?

"Uh, yeah sure, I would love that. Thank you." I smile, before retreating back through the house and out the front door to the van.

Their house is quite big, bigger than mine. 3 floors, since the previous owners refurbished the attic into a movie room. I sighed, looking at the pile of huge boxes that need to be carried. Why me?

I open their garage so I can just walk straight through to the garden, and pick up the first box.

"Shit," I hiss, the weight of it hurting my shoulders. I speed walk through the garage and place it in the centre of the garden, and repeating this process for a good 20+ times until I've broke a sweat.

I feel eyes on me the entire time, and it's not good, especially since I'm all hot and sweaty. I take off my flannel shirt, airing my tank top as I drag the last box into the garden.

It's around 4:30pm now, the sun slowly begins to lose its forceful heat against the earth.

I sit down, staring at the unpacked boxes, deciding where to place everything. I'm going to make sure this garden looks incredible.

"Thirsty?" I hear that soft Australian voice behind me, and I turn to see Ruby handing me an ice cold bottle of water.

"You think? Thank you, man, I should be getting paid for this." I laugh, shaking my head as I let the cool liquid slip down my throat.

I watch her as she walks to the items of furniture, tracing her fingers along the metal, wood, and other materials. She's changed clothes, into a short sleeve tee and shorts, with a flannel shirt tied around her waist. She's only at home, so why is she changing outfits?

Her dark brown hair has been shaven to perfection. The short strands of hair pushed back to the side, oh it suited her so well.

"I'll help you put everything out, just tell me where." She tilts an eyebrow at me, her plump lips softly parted.

"I thought you don't do what anyone says?" I smile, before getting up off the grass.

"I don't do anything out of obligation. If I do something, it's because I want to do it." She winks, smiling, before picking up a small fountain.

"Right, Prentice, Where do you want this, little girl?" She groans, and I laugh.