The Neighbors

Chapter 4

Bzz.

Bzz.

Bzz.

Ugh. I reach over and shut off my alarm. I repeat my usual morning routine and kiss my mom goodbye. She hands me my phone and wallet. I take a sip of my orange juice before checking my messages.

*Noah- I gave my brothers your number, I hope you don't mind*

*from me-no problem:)*

I remember how I had texted Noah until I fell asleep last night. I learned that his dad died in a car accident, similar to my own dad. Noah's favorite color is black, and he explained that black is his favorite color because it is every color mixed together. I check my other messages.

*unknown number-hey, it's Harry*

*unknown number-hello beautiful, It's Logan Xx*

I saved both of their names to my contact list and walk out of the door. I notice one of the boys sitting on the porch. He's not wearing a shirt and he's got grey sweatpants clinging to his waist. He has a tattoo of a ship on his arm and I'm assuming it's Logan.

"Good morning Shea," he says and waves.

"Good morning.. Logan?"

"You got it!" He smiles and gives me a thumbs up. "Need a ride to work?" He asks and stands up.

"I can walk," I smile and start to walk.

"No, it's not a problem, come here," Logan practically demands. Without thinking my feet move me across the street and into their driveway. There are two cars in the driveway, a white Prius and a charcoal grey Impala. Logan opens the passenger door to the Impala. "Hop in, love," he flashes that dimpled smile and I climb in. He closes the door behind me and slides into the driver seat. His car smells good, it smells like the inside of their house.

"I work just down the street and to the right," I explain.

"Alright, you want to listen to music?" He suggests.

"Sure, but I'm very picky about my music," I warn and he smiles.

"That's not a problem, I am too," he says and grabs an iPod out of the cup holder. He plugs it into a wire that was hanging out of the radio. I smile when the familiar tune of my favorite song comes on.

"You like this song?" I ask.

"Yeah, It's Noah and I's favorite song," he smiles.

"Mine too," I smile and begin to sing along.

'Her name is Noel,

I have a dream about her,

She rings my bell,

I got gym class in half an hour,

Oh how she rocks,

In keds and tube socks,'

Logan smiles and sings with me.

'But she doesn't know who I am,

And she doesn't give a damn about me,

Cause I'm just a teenage dirt bag baby,

Yeah I'm just a teenage dirt bag baby,

Listen to iron maiden maybe with me,'

I reach for the volume knob and turn it up. We practically blast the song by Wheatus the whole way to work. We both sing along at the top of our lungs and to my surprise, he's actually pretty talented.

"Thank you for the ride Logan," I smile.

"It's not a problem, babe," I blush at his word choice and walk into work.

~

"You need another ride?" Niall asks.

"Yeah, if you don't mind," I say.

"Of course not! C'mon, let's go," he says and we climb into his truck.

"I am not looking forward to school tomorrow," I whine.

"Me either, but there are only two months left," he says happily.

"Yeah, are you going to be working during the summer?"

"Yeah, this truck wasn't free," he frowns playfully.

"I will be too, I plan to buy a car this month," I smile.

"Awe.. So I don't get to drive you anymore?" He whines.

"You'll have to drive me while you still have the chance."

When we approach the house I can see all three of the boys on the porch. When Niall pulls into the driveway Logan and Harry walk over to us. Before I get out of the car Niall asks, "are these your new neighbors?"

"Yeah, mom had them over for dinner last night."

"Oh, they're triplets?" He sounds surprised.

"Crazy, right?" I say and he nods.

"Alright, byyyeee Shea," he says and holds his arms out for a hug. I give in and hug the adorable boy. I climb out of Niall's car and he backs out of the driveway and waves as he leaves.

"How was work Shea?" Logan asks from behind me making me jump.

"Oh my goodness, you scared the shit out of me," I say and Harry and Logan both smile.

"Was that your boyfriend?" Harry asks politely. Harry is wearing a tight blue polo and baggy jeans.

"No, he's just a friend from work," I smile.

"Do you.. Have a boyfriend?" Logan asks shyly. I hesitate to answer.

"Do you?" Harry repeats.

"Um..Yeah, his name is Zayn."