The Boy Next Door

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CHAPTER ONE

Let's all be honest with ourselves, if our parents had a say in whether we actually got to leave the house when we were old enough or not... they would keep us forever.

I think my mother was forgetting that I was eighteen years old now and that I really wasn't going back home with her. I say that because her and my father have been sitting on my couch for over an hour.

All of my things were settled in and tonight was going to be the first night I stayed in my own place.

"Are you sure you don't want to come back home and sleep in your old bed for one more night? It wont be an issue.. you can al-" I cut my mother off.

"Mom, I'm going to be fine."

"Are you positive? We can have one last family dinner and you can discuss your book ideas with us, it'll be nice." She spoke again.

"I can always come home for dinner, anytime you want me to. I'm just an hour away." I assured her, gently grabbing her hands and pulling her up from the couch.

I knew it was going to take a while for her to get used to me being gone, I was the only child and the majority of her time was spent on me. I knew if she said anything else, I'd probably chicken out and actually go home with the both of them so I walked over to the door.

"I'll call you guys as soon as I can, I promise." I said sweetly before hugging them and watching them walk out of the door.

It took me 10 minutes after they left to actually register the fact that I was really alone. I would no longer have the sweet aroma of my mothers cooking to calm me down. Nor the satisfaction of watching my dad scream obnoxiously at the T.V because his team wasn't scoring enough.

Instead of family pictures completely covering the walls of my living room, I had some cheap decorations I found on sale in the nearest corner store. They didn't compare to what I was used to but they made me feel a little comfortable.

I was busy staring at my new home when my phone rang, it was my best friend Marie. I was supposed to call her the minute I entered the apartment but I was too busy trying to get my parents to leave.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Are you at your place?" She asked.

"Yes, Marie." I laughed, shaking my head.

"I'm on my way." The girl said before she hung up the phone.
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About an hour later there was a harsh knock on the door, I knew it had to be Marie. She was the only one who knocked like that and she was also the only person I was expecting.

I shuffled over to the door and quickly opened it, the person behind the barrier was definitely not Marie.

I was revealed to a very tall guy, he had blonde hair and surprisingly, very appealing tan skin. We stared at each other for a moment, I furrowed my eyebrows as I waited for him to say something.

"Who are you?" He asked.

Maybe he had quickly forgotten that he, in fact, was the one who came knocking on my door.

"Shouldn't I be asking you that question?" I retorted, my arms crossing over my chest.

"I'm Adam, I live next door. You live here?" This kid was full of questions, although, if he lived next door then he obviously knew the answer to that one.