The Neighbors

Chapter 10

**Noah's pov**

"Why are you even in here?" I ask Logan as he goes through my closet.

"I need to find my hat," he says and I roll my eyes.

"Which hat?" I ask.

"This one!" He smiles and slips his blue snapback over his hair.

"Good, now you can leave," I say.

"No, not yet," he sits down on my bed and I roll my eyes again

"Now what?"

"I wanted to talk to one of my favorite brothers," he says with a cheeky smile.

"About?"

"Shea, of course," he says and I feel myself blush. I'm so shy, Logan and I are so different when it comes to that.

"What about her?" I try to sound casual.

"Well, you obviously enjoy her company," he says.

"Yeah.. And?"

"And she has a boyfriend, a very intimidating one," he says and I sigh. From what I've seen of Zayn, he is sort of intimidating.

"You've only met him once," I remind him.

"No, I have math with him and he had a.. A talk.. With me."

"About?"

"He told me not to touch Shea," he explains.bimp

"No.. Wait, really?"

"Yes, really, he seems really.. Protective.. Over her.. And it's something you should look out for," Logan says seriously. Logan usually isn't a very serious person.

"I will," I say quietly. Does he want me to stay away from Shea? I could try that, but I really don't want to.

"We will still be driving her to school," Logan says. How am I supposed to stay away from a girl in the same car as me?

"Ok," I say and he stands up.

"Now I'm going to go get some beauty sleep, I have to keep my face handsome for the ladies," he says and I smile.

I wasn't feeling tired so I went out to sit on the porch bench. I like it out there. I remember when we were about nine years old, our dad took us on vacation to America and we stayed in a big house. We stayed in Indiana because we have relatives there, and dad helped the boys and I catch fireflies while mom sat on the porch.

"You really like it out there, don't yah?" Shea shouts from her window. I look up at her and I can't hold back my smile.

"Yeah, it's pretty cool," I say and I can see her smiling.

"You gonna sit there all night?" She asks. Her voice is always so smooth and it sends chills down my spine.

"Maybe," I say with a shrug.

"Come over here!" She says and waves her arm to gesture for me to come to her house.

"Shea, it's 11 o'clock," I explain. What was I doing? Why am I denying her.

"Then we'll whisper," she says and closes her window. I guess I don't really have a choice, so I run across the street and stand in front of her door. She quietly opens the door and I see her in a skintight red t shirt and black shorts that cling to her hips. How am I supposed to stay away from her when she looks like this.

"Let's go upstairs," she whispers and I follow her up to her bedroom. Her bed has a brown duvet and darker brown pillows. Her curtains are white, but they have a brown tip. Her desk chair is brown and her desk is white. She has paintings of her own hung up all over the walls and her sculptures are on top of the desk and the dresser. She's very talented. There is a brown mushroom chair adjacent to her bed and she sits down criss crossed in it. I sit on the edge of her bed.