1. The boy next door.

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There once was a boy names Marcel, he stole my heart with one look, one touch, one kiss, one shot. They want to know my side; who he was to me; to me he was my best friend, my soul mate, my angel, and this is the story behind Marcel. The truth behind the quiet nerd that everybody hated so much.

It started when I moved to a new neighbourhood, Hampton-apon-hills,

~Past~

I had my earplugs in blasting music "Stupid move" I mumbled as Busted came onto my iPod, dad pulled up to a reasonable sized house and begun to drive up the drive, there was nothing special about the house, which made me want to hit him.

"Home sweet home!" My little sister, Hollie, stated as I glared at my parents, this will never be home and I want to go back to west London, not Hampton apon hills. I looked at our neighbours house, now that was a special house. It was huge! And looked amazing, I focused on a window where I saw a boy looking out at us, creep. Dad put his arm around me in attempt to move me but instead I shoved him away.

"Get away" I mumbled walking back to the car to collect my belongings, the delivery men were coming a bit later and our stuff was arriving tomorrow. We all walked in and took a look around; the house smelt rather damp for 8PM, maybe that's its smell. There was a living room to my left through an archway which consisted of a fire place so far, some rotting wooden floor boards and old wallpaper. The the left was a dinning room, I assume, which looked almost identical to the living room, minus the fire place. And the kitchen was probably somewhere else out of sight.

"Dibs on first room" Hollie yelled bounding up the stairs, I rolled my eyes and wandered up them and down the hall to the last room, I opened the door and was actually impressed, it was rather big and had a lot of space, one big window over-looking the garden, which was over grown may I add, it was wonderful, and now my room.

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"Georgia we have guests" mum yelled as I rolled my eyes, trust her to invite guests on the day we unpack. I stood up from a box and opened my door

"Nice to know, I'm unpacking" I yelled shutting my door again, I don't know why they think I want to be here, without my friends, without anyone at that matter. I had my double bed pressed up against a wall opposite the window, next to the door. I was just unpacking my room things which bores me to death, I heard a soft knock at the door and knew it wouldn't be any of my family, I narrowed my eyes and stood up from my box and wandered over, I opened the door to come face to face with a boy, glasses, slicked hair, quite nerdy clothes.

"h-hi I'm Marcel, s-sorry I was getting b-bored downstairs" he stuttered, and for the first time a smile appeared on my face, there was something about this boy that was really cute.

"Georgia Rose" I held out my hand and he let out a sigh of relief and shook my hand, I stepped out of the way to let him into my room, he stood fiddling with his thumbs looking around intently, I shut my door making him jump, I chuckled and sat back down on my floor.

~Present~

"So all he was was a neighbour?" The man in front of me asked in disgust my eyes narrowed as my jaw clenched

"If he was just a neighbour do you think this would mean so much to me?" I nearly yelled as I went to go hit him

"Georgia don't" Harry demanded as he put his arm around my shoulder, I glarred at the man instead

"Sorry carry on" he spoke quietly, deserves him right. Marcel was a lot more than a neighbour, dick.

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