My Hot New Neighbour.

Cliché much

I'm about to put on another episode of supernatural, when, surprisingly, I hear my mum call my name.
What would she want?
It's a Friday afternoon and she knows I've had a particularly shitty week.
Ugh.
I groan as I remove the popcorn bowl from my lap and onto my desk so I can get off my comfortable bed.
I drag myself down the steps and into the kitchen where I find my mum peering curiously out the window.
She turns to me and motions with her hand, when I don't obey she spends around.
"We have new neighbours."
Great, this should be fun.
I come to her side and try to look out the window.
I fail miserably.
Hate being short, hate it, hate it, hate it. I internally complain as i try to get a better look by standing on my tip toes.
My brother snorts at my struggle for height and I shoot him an annoyed glare.
Finally I give up and grab the stool from under the kitchen sink, stomping on it with anger, I finally get a good view of the house next door.
A huge green removalist truck is parked at the end of the driveway, its shadow falls onto a smaller, silver ford territory.
I snort.
Fords suck.
As I'm looking at the car with disgust people start emerging from it.
At first its your average, suburban family.
A tall muscular man, carrying bags, followed by a small petite middle aged lady, clutching two young children with either hand, a girl that looks seven and a boy that looks five.
Then it steps out.
By it I mean a seriously tall, seriously hot guy.
He looks about my age, with stylish yet messy black hair, quite pale skin, slouched shoulders and long legs.
He isn't even facing me and I can tell that he's hot, no doubt he'll be popular in no time at all.
I step down, now wanting to seem like a pervert.
I let out a breath that I didn't realise I was holding and suddenly feel my mums eyes on me.
I look at her nervously, feeling my cheeks flush, "Ha, hi."
What the hell, I think, I never get nervous when talking about guys.
She looks at me with both eyebrows raised and a mischievous grin on her face.
Please ground, do swallow me whole right-
My death wish is cut off by the sudden chime of our doorbell.
Taking my opportunity I dash to the door.
I'm glad when I swing the door open to find my best friend standing there.
Strands of her golden blonde hair falling across her pale face and into her bright sparkling blue eyes.
She clutches her overnight bag in a slim hand and her posture relaxes when she looks up and sees that it's me standing at the door, not my parents or brothers.
"Well look at that, she finally manages to get off her lazy ass and answer the door for once." She chastises in a petite small girly voice.
"Shut up." I shoot back, "You want to tell me what the bags about?"
"Of course," she begins, "I'm sleeping over."
"Oh, nice to know." I step aside to let her in.
Closing the door I call out to my mum, "Mum, Leyla's sleeping over."
''Ok." I hear her yell back as we make our way up the stairs.
Leyla and I have been having sleepovers basically ever week since we were fourteen, along with going out and going to each others houses, and attending the same school.
We're like two peas in a pod, yet completely different. She's got straight golden blonde hair that goes just past her shoulders, bright blue eyes with pale black eyelashes. Small curved lips and a tiny cute nose with an unnoticeable bump on its slope.
Whereas I have light brown waves that manage to reach the small of my back, boring hazel eyes framed by dark eyelashes, I've got thin pale lips and a massive thing dumped on my face in place of a nose.
The only thing similar about our looks is the pale skin and the height.
Bottom line is, she's gorgeous and I'm not, but she seems to think the opposite and she never fails to make it known.
"You're looking gorgeous today." She compliments in a light but sincere tone.
"Why thank you beautiful." I say matching her tone.
A wide grin spreads across her face, unlike me she likes getting and accepts compliments.
She walks through my door and doesn't even notice the mess that is my room, instead goes straight to the popcorn bowl.
Picking it up and stuffing a handful into her mouth, she hops onto my bed, I smile at the way she just makes herself at home and join her.
"So, who's the new neighbour?" She asks as supernatural begins.
I groan at the thought of the boy standing on the driveway next to mine, hands stuffed into his pockets.
Leyla glances at me sideways, "Holy shit, it's a hot guy, isn't it?" She exclaims, reading my thoughts. I don't even have to answer her for her to know the she's right.
She jumps up to climb over me, spilling the popcorn everywhere.
I follow her, ignoring the popcorn, as she yanks my curtains away from my window, where I know barely two metres away sits the window of the house next door.
Sure enough as I peer around the corner of my window, the same guy from the driveway stands in the room.
And guess what?
He's unpacking.
Guess we know who's room that's going to be.
Cliché much.
I'm about to shut the curtains when Leyla yells out to him, "Hey, hot guy?"
I duck behind my curtains, a mix of shock and horror flooding over me.
I peek out enough to see him immediately spin around, before hiding behind the curtains again, being the awkward shit I am around guys.
"Yes gorgeous?" He says, sarcasm dripping in his voice, "You called me."
Well someones a bit up themselves.
"Yeah, welcome to the neighbourhood, my names Leyla Garcia, I'm sixteen. What's your name?" She asks, leaning against my window sill.
"Jayden Copper," sounds like a bad boy name, "I'm sixteen as well. So you live here?" He questions.
Leyla grins wickedly, "No, my best friend does, but you'll probably see a lot of me, this is like my second home."
There's a pause.
"Where's your best friend?"
No, no, no. Leyla don't you dare.
She grabs my wrist and pulls me in front of the window and I drop my head.
"Well hi, what's your name?" The sarcasm in his voice is evident.
"Alicia Foster," I admit firmly, "I'm sixteen."
"What a pretty name, it suits you." My head shoots up at his reply and I finally get a good look at his face.
Flushed cheeks, straight perfect nose, dark brown eyes, dark long eyelashes, not to mention his dark hair, gelled to the side and a jaw line that isn't too defined but still nice, his lips aren't too big or too small, but they look quite red.
Those lips have curved into a smug smile and I think I'm about to faint because, damn, that is one perfect smile.
I'm about to answer when I hear a petite but firm voice call out his name.
"See you two ladies later." He says and walks out of the room, giving us one last half-wave.
I collapse on my bed, as relief replaces my nerves, Leyla jins me and in a teasing voice says to me, "That's one hot new neighbour you have."
I groan and roll my eyes.
Don't I know it.
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A/N
Here's the first chapter of MHNN it does get better, the italics are her train of though and also emphasis on some words, I know it's pretty short but bear with me, it will get better.
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