Chapter 5

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Jason

Rinnnggggg!!!!

Finally, school is over! If I wasn't doing this for my parents I would have quit already. All the other guys are the same. They are indebted to my parents and to pay them back we all promised to graduate from this horrid place officially called school.

"School is finally over!" Vincent said

"Hey, we need to hurry up and go help out at the café," Mark said coming up to us.

"Yeah... 1 2 3 Go!" I yelled wanting a little fun before we have to work.

It seemed like Mark was expecting it so he started running when I did, however, my dear twin is a dimwit and stood there like a lost puppy. At last, he snapped out of his 'trance'.

"HEY! WAIT FOR ME!"

I got to the store first and said a quick hello to Kyle, Liam, and Mom & Dad. I went to change into our waiter's uniform, opening then closing my bedroom door with a bang. I start to take off my shirt and grabbed my button up one. Right before I'm about to put it on, I heard a thud, followed by a cry of pain, "OW." A guy about my age burst through the door of the bedroom across from me.

"Are you okay? What happened?" he asked

I then saw a girl stand up, "I'm fine, just tripped over my boxes" she replied

The guy lets out a breath of relief then starts to shake his head. "Idiot, nobody should be this clumsy"

"HEY!" the girl yelled, but the guy was already leaving her room.

She picks up a box and turns around. She hesitates and looks up to have our eyes meet. I don't know when, but somehow a smirk made its way onto my face. I see her starting to blush, but then she suddenly squeaks and drops to the floor. I'm trying my best not to laugh, I can only manage to keep the sound in, however, you can see my body shaking holding in a laugh. I start to put on my shirt and buttoning it up. Let me tell you, it was quite difficult when you're trying really hard not to laugh.

"It's okay now, you can stop hiding underneath your window" I said as I made my way to my door and opened it. "Oh, and hi my name's Jason, welcome to Longdale, though I don't know why you would want to move here."

I waited for a reply and saw her hand poke out with a thumbs up. I chuckled, because this girl is too funny. Knowing she must be extremely embarrassed, I walk out while closing my door.

I reached the kitchen where everyone is having a small snack.

"What took you so long?" Kyle asked.

"Yeah, you got here before we did, and we still managed to finish before you." Vincent stated.

I just rolled my eyes before turning to Mark. "Her rooms right across from mine. And I can see why you're so interested in her now."

Everyone in the room had confused looks on their faces, until Mark's face showed realization on what I'm talking about.

"I'm not interested in her." He muttered while turning away, trying to hide his small blush. Trying being the key word.

"OH, the new girl? Our new neighbor girl? The one Mark was talking about this morning?" Vincent asked finally catching up. I nodded as a reply.

"WHAT!" Everyone else yelled.

"When has Mark talk about girls, period?" Liam asked

"NO FAIR! I want to see this girl too, since not only is Mark interested but so is Jason." Vincent pouted

"I would like to see this girl too, she must be something if you boys start talking about a girl. Seriously, it's like you guys never want to grant me some grandchildren." Mom said while holding her face in her hands.

We all blush at that, "MOM!"

"Okay, okay. That's enough boys, lets go. Break time is over." Dad intervened.

As we start to get ready for 'rush hour', I keep picturing our new neighbor's blushing face and can't help but chuckle. Man, I really wished I'd gotten her name I thought.

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A/N: Hey guys, how do you like the change of perceptive? Do you guys also like how they overlapped one another showing how both parties felt when they first meet each other?

Please comment, vote, and read more :) 



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