The Love next door

The Beginning

I don't know why and i certainly don't know what started it. My little obsession, OK hugeeeee obsession with Caleb Austen all started back in 8th grade, he would come over to my house to meet up with my annoying brother-Jack. Secretly, I had been daydreaming about him but he was my brothers best friend and two years older than me and also a Sophmore at Rosehill High and I was just a Middle schooler at Havenhill middle school with a huge, no MEGA secret that no one could find out about .I usually would 'casually' look out of my window every night and just stare at him, oh his sky blue eyes were so gorgeous and id never get caught looking at him of course , that would ruin it all and it would be so awkward. But now Im a Sophmore at Rosehill High !!! and He's a senior alongside my brother(He is also captain of the basket ball team),sadly I see girls up in his little cooped up room that has a basket ball hoop in it and those cute little models he makes of famous basketballers, see its the little things in life that truly matters, on that note I bet all the girls up in his room would never notice that, why couldn't I be one of those girls!!! well I do have to admit that I kind of stalk him every night on Instagram and collect very 'detailed' information about him, hehe uhh BUT it doesn't matter because id never get invited to anything and if I did, my parents wouldn't let me go but they'd obviously let Jack go and not me, its just so unfair! NO, GOD NO, Caleb is coming over and I look so disgusting with my pinned up hair that's free flowing like EVERYWHERE. I need to pretend Im Journaling even though all I write about is my life, my book ideas and him, oh good lord he's here and I don't know what to do.