I shut the car door and looked at my home. My home I had lived in my whole life, I had had so many memories in that house, good and bad. My brother being born, my dad abandoning us and many others. I smiled as I thought about all of the memories. I felt tears well in my eyes but I wouldn't let them fall, I don't cry and I don't like to cry it makes me feel weak. Hold it together.
My thoughts were interrupted by the car engine starting and I knew we were leaving. Mum had a smile on her face and Aiden seemed pretty happy. He was only ten so moving to another state didn't effect him as much. He doesn't remember our dad and wasn't there for a lot of my memories. I took one last look at my home, my home in New Orleans, Louisiana. One day I'll return I thought to myself as the car started to move. One day.
About 13 hours later and we had arrived in front of our new house in Palo Alto California. It looked like the 'normal' Californian house, a Spanish colonial. It had a dirty orange colour and had multiple cream coloured roman poles. It was pretty big, we were quite rich so we could afford nice houses and I have to admit it was pretty cool.
I grabbed my suitcase full of valuables and some clothes, seeing I will be getting new clothes I didn't pack many. I opened the door and walked in. The entrance was really sweet. It had a white polished concrete floor with one big stair case in the middle of the room. On the left of the entry area was a arch way into the living area. It had a white and dark brown wood kitchen and on the opposite side of the kitchen was a small open lounge room. On the other side of the stair case, through another arch way was the dinning room another lounge room and an office. All the bedrooms were upstairs along with two bathrooms. All my new furniture was in my room all ready and all I had to do was decorate the room with my posters and bed covers. My room had one dark Aqua wall and the rest a dark grey. a black metal bed, black curtains and dark Aqua covers to match the walls. I unpacked my clothes and placed them into my closet. I heard my mum come into my room and I rolled my eyes. I knew she'd tell me off for something not being quite her way but before she could speak I turned around. My mouthed dropped open and my eyes widened as I realised there was this incredibly attractive human being in my room who was not my mother. I looked him up and down. His short blond hair falling in all places and his big brown eyes just staring at me. He had a wide smile, it was welcoming and warm. In ways I was shocked to see him there, who ever he was but I wasn't scared he's only human and if he did attack me I'd just scream.
"So who... are You?" I finally spoke harshly breaking the silence. His smile grew bigger as he started walking towards my bed and sat down. He looked back at me his eyes meeting mine. God he was beautiful. I'd liked guys before but just stupid crushes and I always hated them after.
"I'm Carson"
"why are you here?"
"it's nice to meet you too. Well you see it's not everyday a very attractive neighbour moves into you're neighbourhood so I thought I'd be friendly and get to know you"
"Well I'm not friendly nor looking for friends." I replied sharply. There was a pause within the room, nothing new for me. Everyday there were pauses between my conversations with people except Aiden. He was my brother and my only best friend, a lot of people think it's sad to have your brother as your only friend but I didn't need friends I had books and tv.
"Ok well it was nice meeting you! I'll be back tomorrow." I turned around but he was gone. I don't know how he got out of the house that quick, I didn't even hear the door shut. Maybe he's a runner? The athletic type?
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Falling Love
ParanormalPeople always say be yourself and be happy in your own skin right? Well it's hard to be happy with yourself when your me. When people always stare at you, make remarks and embarrass you. You put on a brave face to cover the pain but the pain will es...