Jessie's Girl

Chapter one

Skylars. P.O.V.

I stood at the sink, rinsing the dishes under the running water as my dad handed them to me.
The water was hot, almost too hot to put my hands in. The dish soap smelled of green apples, it was a kind of sweet smell, but it wasn't overwhelming. It was clean.
There wasn't many dishes, but that's because its just me and my dad on our own. My mom wasn't around, not because my parents had gotten divorced but because she had died in a horrible car crash before I was even a year old.
I had always wondered what she was like, my dad wouldn't tell me or even show me pictures. Claiming it would be to painful for him.

"Thanks for helping with the dishes, Skylar." he said suddenly, interupting my train of thought.

I now realized we had finished them while I was lost in thought.

"Uh yeah, sure. No problem." I mumbled, drying my hands.

"I'm gonna watch the game. If you want you can come watch it with me?"he said, smiling. I saw the hope glisten in his bright blue eyes. It pained me cause I know how much he loves baseball and spending "quality time" with me.
He's average in height. 5'8", 5'9" maybe, at least half a foot taller than me. I had to tilt my head to look at him.
I could see his hair  dark Brown (greying) hair thinning out. His eyes bright blue only a shade or two closer to grey than mine. As if the color had dimmed from age, or perhaps sorrow had something to do with it. 

I just don't share the same passion for baseball as he does.
" actually I think im gonna head up to bed." I replied, glancing at the little clock on the microwave. Realizing its only eight forty-five, I looked back at him and mustered up a fake yawn.

He gave me a concerned look.
"Are you feeling okay honey?" he pressed his large hand against my forhead.
I moved his hand away but held it momentarily and gave it a light squeeze before letting go.

"Dad. I'm fine, just tired."I said sort of lying.
turning to walk upstairs I heard him call from down stairs,
"As long as your sure. Sleep well honey.", a hint of worry still in voice. I didn't anwser back I just strode into my room and shut the door quietly.

I quickly stripped down to my underwear. As it's summer and too hot to wear actually pjs.
I stopped and examined myself in the mirror that hung on my door.
Long, dirty blonde, hair fell down just past the small of my back. Freckles dotted my face and chest. Bright blue eyes, curious of many things, wandered over the body they connected too.
My skin lightly tan from the summer Sun. My stomach flat and firm from exercising often.
I decided that was enough self evalution.

I crawled in under my blankets and just layed there, my eyes wandering, Examining my quaint little room.
Painted a mint green with a black walk and black ceiling. Plain Christmas lights were strung along where the ceiling and the walls  all around my room. All walls completely blank except for the black wall. It was full of posters and drawings.
I closed my eyes, waiting for the dark void of sleep to come over me.
After what felt like hours I finally fell asleep. I didn't dream. I hardly ever do, I'm unsure why this happens, but my theory is if you get lost in thought to often during the day your mind is too tired to continue while you sleep.
Suddenly I hear a voice calling out to me, but I can't place where its coming from. Its as if its coming at me from all angles, and I can't figure out what it is.
It was then I realized it wasn't a noise in my sleep it was my alarm on my phone.
I groaned opening my eyes, and reached over to my nightstand and pulled my phone off the charger.
Turning off the alarm I sat up in bed. It was nine in the morning already, it felt like time had gone faster than it actually had.
I got out of bed and trudged to my closet. I pulled out a pair of skin tight black jeans and a black t-shirt. After putting on a bra, I quickly pulled on my clothes. And dragged myself downstairs.
I made myself a cup of coffee, black, and sat down
At the island in the middle of the kitchen.
Not long after my dad walked in, his hair a mess and his eyes sleepy.
His appearance made me chuckle as I sipped my coffee.
"You're up earlier than usual." He said, making himself a cup of coffee before sitting down across from me.

"Yeah I guess. You know I heard new people are moving in next door today?" I said with a grin.

"Great. more People. Yay." he relpied, his voice drowning in sarcasm.

I frowned at him.
"Oh come on don't be like that. Maybe you'll like them." I said happily.
Truthfully, he needed some friends. Hes always in the house and he needs some one other than his sixteen year old daughter to hang out with.

There was a knock at the door.
"Hey maybe that's them!" I chimed jumping up, and ran to open the door.
I pulled the door open to find a tall dark ,red-headed girl smiling at me.
" hey I'm jessie, I'm moving in next door." she said holding out her hand.