Chapter 3

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Me and Maddie stood at the gate of the house to find a tall brown haired boy, shirtless and mowing his front lawn.
"Hay excuse me!" Maddie called.
The boy lifted his head up and looked at Maddie and then stopped on me.
He was a hansom boy and looked about our age, if not slightly older.
"Hi." He murmured.
"I am Maddison, and this is Kennedy who lives next door to you." She smiled.
I knew it, Maddie like him.
Well why wouldn't she, he's everything she liked in a guy: good looking, musclier... Blah, blah.
"Nice to meet you." He smiled, Still looking at me.
"Your British?" Maddie asked.
Finally he looked up at Maddie.
"Yes Maddison, but I prefer English if you don't mind."
Wow he was posh.
I looked to Maddie who was blushing slightly and twirling her hair.
God! I was gonna be sick, I could see from the glint in her eye she was desperate for him. She always said her baby daddy would be British, or 'English'.
"Well hi, nice to meet you, we're gonna go now." And I dragged Maddie off.
"Okay..." He replied.

" Ewww! Maddie!" I yelled.
" What?" She retorted.
"He's my neighbour! You are not allowed to have him." I moaned.
"And your gonna stop me?" She retaliated.
"Ugh, no..." I sighed.

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