The Boy Next Door

Chapter 1: The New Boy Next Door.

This is the first chapter and if you like it don't forget to comment/vote. Feel free to make covers or anything else since I suck at making covers and I made this one pretty simple. Well I'm going to stop typing now and let you read the story.

CHAPTER ONE: THE NEW BOY NEXT DOOR

I wake up at the sound of my alarm and I hurry and unplug it because the sound is so annoying. I stretch my long arms before hopping out of bed. My curtains are wide open so I have to blink a few times until my eyes get used to the light. I drag my feet across the floor and to my dresser. I pull out my black jogging capris and my black tank top. I walk over to the bathroom and get in the shower. Once I'm done moisturizing my body with lotion, I get dressed. I walk over to the bathroom mirror and tie my damp hair into a high ponytail. I put a black head band on and walk out the door. I walk down the hall until I get to the long stair case that either leads up to the attic or down to where the kitchen, living room, dining room, and half bathroom is.

I slide down the railing of the staircase since I think it's a funner way to get down stairs. Once I reach the bottom I turn the corner to get to the kitchen. The house is super quiet so I assume my mom and my little brother, Mason are still asleep. It's a Sunday and its 6:30 am. I wake up everyday to go for my morning jog. I make a bagel before running out the house with my bagel in one hand and mp3 play in the other. I start some music and the song ' I need your love' by Calvin Harris and Ellie Goulding. I run around the corner just finishing my bagel. I don't run to lose weight because I can care less wether I gain weight or not, I mean I eat like everything but I never gain weight. I run to release stress from my fathers death about a year ago, unlike other people I didn't mourn or grieve, I just ran everyday since his death.

I hear a loud honk and a boy whistles at me when he drives past. I smile and laugh because I think it's funny when boys do this. I make eye contact with the boys blue eyes and I realize he's not from around here. I know everybody who lives in Oregon, Ohio and everyone knows me. I'm not ms. Popular but everyone only knows me because I dated a popular boy a few years back and I became popular. When we broke up I became unpopular once again.

The boy winks at me before turning the corner I just turned. I continue to run for about an hour and then I go home. I walk inside and see my mom dressed in a black skirt and a black dress shirt with a vest over it. My mom works as a lawyer and she has to leave everyday around this time. My mom glances at me and smiles.

Her bubbly voice matches her bubbly personality. Her voice feels my ears with a cheery tone "How was your run today?" She questions while pulling her hair into a hairstyle I can't name. It's like a dressy bun that lawyers usually where and I think it's ugly. My mom has blonde hair and so does my brother but I have brown hair like my dad. I think my mom looks pretty when she just leaves her hair down but of course she doesn't.

"The same as always." I say with a smile on my face. She grabs her glasses and puts them up on her face. She smiles and nods. She grabs her bag and starts walking towards the door and she places her hand on the handle. Before opening she turns back around and looks at me.

"Don't let Mason sleep all day." She states before walking out the door. I nod even though she can't see me anymore. I jump onto the couch in the living room and I turn the tv on. Sponge bob is on because my brother watched it before he went to sleep. I like sponge bob so I don't change it I just sit there and watch it. After a couple hours past and its noon I trudge up the stairs and walk toward my brothers door. I knock on it but there's no answer, so I knock again but still no answer. I open the door but my brothers not in there. I walk into my moms room to see if he went in there but I highly doubt it since he's 12 and doesn't like my moms room.

I run in my room to get the walkie talkie we talked on when it was time to sleep ever since he was six. When I looked opened the door there he was laying on my bed watching tv. "What the hell are you doing in here?" I whisper/yell. He looks up at me with his hazel eyes and smiles then points to the tv. I forgot his tv broke a couple days ago when it fell on the floor in the middle of the night. Our cat Phoebe jumped off it which made it shake and eventually fall. My brother had a big, crazy tantrum when he realized he didn't have a tv.