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NEW BOOK
NEW BOOK
tw: swearing
Third-person pov:
Carrie had always been insecure.
Nothing ever felt right about her.
Even though others saw her as perfect.
Or a model.
Carrie never would.
She had an even worse feeling about moving to Boston.
From Seattle.
But felt good about leaving her problematic family behind.
Carrie
I try to block out the noise of oncoming traffic by turning up the music on the aux. It's currently playing Nights by Frank Ocean.
I stop behind a blue minivan. If I listen closely enough, I can hear faint yelling. I look through the back window and see kids messing around and their parents arguing. Looks familiar.
A few more minutes of blankness go by before we can start moving again. And from there on, it's smooth sailing.
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Fuck. So this is how my love story starts? Not what I wanted.
My neighbor is hot as fuck. And has two other brothers. But he's got something to him—the unsureness. The fear lingering near. But far away at the same time.
My God I can't wait to get to know him.
Matt
"Matt, want a piggyback ride?" Chris says, jumping around like the child he is.
"No," I respond. I walk out to the balcony and look below.
There's a fear I'll fall, but at the same time, the fear feels good. Calming. I stand leaning against the rails as I watch the cars speed by, the tall trees rustle in the wind, and the orange sun set into the horizon. I take a moment to appreciate the scene before Chris figures out where I am.
"Hey Matt!" Chris yells from behind me.
I jump a little. Chris sometimes puts me on edge when he screams. But I don't want to admit it to him, it'd be embarrassing.
"What?" I ask.
"I love you," He says, hugging me.
"You too," I say, hugging him back.
"How about that piggy-back ride?" I ask.
"What? Who?" Chris gets distracted as a car pulls into the condo's parking lot. I can barely see the figure that steps out of the white car.
"Probably nothing to worry about," Chris says, shrugging it off and quickly moving on. Why does that make me worry more? "Matt wanna watch something?" Chris asks.
"I don't know. Where's Nick?" I ask.
"Right here," Nick says, turning the corner from the stairs.
"Nicky!" Chris says.
"Why are you so joyous right now?" Nick asks, looking down at Chris who's beaming cheerfully at him.
"I just want to appreciate my triplet brothers," He says, still smiling widely.
"Here we go again," Nick says, walking past Chris and into the kitchen.
"What're you doing?" I ask. There seems to be fear in my voice because Nick looks a little concerned as he says, "I'm just getting a bowl of cereal." I walk toward him and sit down in the chair next to him. He side-hugs me and rubs my back. "It's fine, Matt," Nick assures me. "There's nothing wrong."
But there is because suddenly the door opens and someone rolls in with a large black suitcase. She was wearing short white jean shorts and a graphic baby-tee. "Oh, shit, is this not 457?" She asks. "No...this is 456," Nick says. "I'm so sorry," She says apologetically, dropping her keys. She picks up her keys, eyes me for 12 seconds, and quickly turns out the door.
I have never made eye contact with someone new like that. And I never wanted to again. I sit in an almost upright fetal position, hiding my face in my hands.
"Aw, Matt what's the matter?" Chris asks.
Nick responds with, "He already knows that she likes him." I nod my head, agreeing with him.
"Isn't that good-?"
"Nooooooo..." I whine. "I don't need this bullshit right now."
"It's fine, Matt," Nick says. "Me and Chris will help you. Right, Chris? Right, Chris!?"
I look up from my hands to see that Chris is nowhere to be found.
"Chris?!" Nick shouts again, this time getting up and dragging me with him around the house.
We walk through the TV room, through the kitchen we were sitting in, up the stairs, in all the bedrooms and bathrooms, and finally, we catch him sitting outside on the balcony. Somehow, he's managed to get his legs and feet to dangle through the bars.
"CHRIS WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING GET OUT!" Nick says, tugging at Chris' arm to pull him out.
He eventually does get out and falls backward. Instead of his usual trademark grin, Chris is frowning and looking the most serious I'd seen him in months.
"Is something wrong?" Nick asks Chris, leaning over to sit on his knees so he's almost eye level with Chris.
"No," Chris says, looking down at his beat-up Air Forces.
"Then what the hell are you doing scaring me like that?" Nick asks, his voice cracking mid-sentence.
"I don't know. Something just don't feel right," He mutters.
"Oh, Chris. It's fine," Nick soothes him. "We're right here whenever you need us."
"Now let's get up," Nick says, pulling Chris up and hugging him.
"Sorry," Chris looks down at the floor.
"There's no need to be," I say.
We to the couch and sit down.
"Now let's watch something," Nick says.
The last time I'd be this calm in months.
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Fanfiction𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨 everyone has one and carrie wants to get to know matt's but how is she supposed to get to know him when she's just the girl next door?
