Luke Hemmings' Best Friend

The Shirtless Boy Next Door

I was awaken by my alarm at 4:30 in the morning. I got up and jumped in the shower. I let the hot water run bed my back as I massaged my pomegranate shampoo in to my scalp. I rinsed it off and put my pomegranate conditioner in the ends of my hair, and left it until the end of my shower. I scrubbed my body with my vanilla body wash, rinsed everything off, and hopped out. I picked out an outfit, which consisted of: 1 American Flag crop top, some high waisted dark wash jean shorts, white converse and some strappy bracelets. I went to the bathroom once again to complete my hair and makeup.
My makeup was simply some mascara, and gloss. I twisted my hair into a such braid on the top half, and once I reached the nape of my neck, I pulled it into a messy bun. I looked okay. I was just going to the cities administration building to make it so my license was valid in Australia. The place where I now lived. It was only 5:15, so I had 45 minutes before me and my mom had to leave for the administration office. I jogged down the stairs and ate some lucky charms. I still had half of an hour until we had to leave. So I got on my phone and scrolled through tumblr and we heart it, occasionally liking a post.

20 minutes later, my mom came down the stairs, looking business ready, and beautiful. She said that we could head out early, because they might get us in the office sooner and we could get home earlier maybe. So we head off to the office.
I slid into my moms jeep and we rolled off at a steady pace down the road.

****************2 1/2 hours later***********
We pulled into the driveway at home exhausted and flustered. I had had to answer 143 questions (seriously) at the office, and it was quite frazzling to be honest. I was surey hair was a mess from the amount of times I had run my fingers through it.
I ran into the house and freshened up in my bathroom before going back downstairs to play down card games at the dining room table with my mom. We were barely into a challenging game of Rumi when the doorbell rang.
My mom went to the door, and returned with a huge cake that read "Welcome New Neighbors!!!:-)" on it. I gaped at it incredulously.
"That was Liz Hemmings, she said that she has a son around your age." My mom smirked at me.
"Yeah?" I asked
"Mhm" she said wryly

************2:30 in the afternoon***********
I was in my room lounging in my bed watching Netflix on my computer. I got up to grab my phone from the charging dock, and and passing by my window on the way. I saw two boys passing a soccer ball (football) back and forth in the back yard of the house next to mine. It made me miss playing soccer in the states. I sat and watched them for a while, realizing that the younger of the two boys, the one with the Quiff, must be the boy my mom was talking about. My phone started blaring Where Do Broken Hearts Go?" By One Direction, be use my mom was calling me from work because she had to go into work because someone called in.

The boys looked at me upon hearing the ruckus Blaring from my phone. I saw Quiff-Boy smirking at me as my chess reddened. I quickly turned away to prevent and more embarrassment at my expense.

HOW ARE YOU LIKING THE BOOK SO FAR?!?!?!😆