MY NEW NEIGHBOR

CHAPTER ONE

A/N: If you are a new reader, this chapter may be a little confusing compared to the rest.  I decided to rewrite the chapters to fit the description of the story more.

Enjoy (:

-Akayba

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CHAPTER ONE

As I carried the first few boxes into my new house, I smelled the faint scent of vanilla.

I liked it.

It wasn't strong nor weak; it was the perfect amount. It filled every room of the house, like someone had just moved out, leaving their scent behind.

But the thing is, this house had been on sale for three years. I wonder why it was on the market that long.

It's beautiful and inexpensive. It's a tall, white two-story house. It has three bedrooms; three and a half bathrooms; a large kitchen, connecting to an open living room; an office room; and a family room.

Each bedroom has its own bathroom and walk in closet. They are all upstairs, while the half bathroom is downstairs.

This house was perfect for my family and me. My family consisted of two people: my mom, Janet; and me, Sam.

We also had a chocolate lab named Carly. Most people would hardly call that a family, but my mom and Carly are all I have and I'm perfectly okay with that.

I'm not what most people would call pretty.

I have brown hair and boring blue eyes. Most would say blue eyes are gorgeous, but not on me.

On my face they just look plain and lifeless. I guess I get my looks from my dad.

I look nothing like my mom, except for hair color. We both have brown hair, although hers is quite a bit lighter. It's also curly while mine is mostly straight.

Her eyes are a beautiful chocolate brown.

I wish I looked more like her and not like my runaway dad. I hate him for leaving us. He left when I was six.

I have a few memories of him, but I wish I didn't. The fact that I have any memories of him makes me angry, that he would stay to make memories with me and then just leave.

He said it was too much to handle. So I guess one kid and a dog are too much to handle? Screw him. I've hated him since he left.

I'm what most people would describe as a nerd, boring, buzz kill, you name it.

I don't go to parties like most high schoolers. I prefer to stay at home reading or and watching tv.

What can I say? That's just me.

I've never been interested in being popular. I don't like all the attention and don't want the spotlight on me.

I wouldn't say I'm unpopular, but I did just move here, so that might change. I had plenty of friends back home.

I still had more boxes to unload from the van.  As I was unloading them, I looked up to see a pair of mysterious, green eyes staring down at me from the house next door.

Wait, do I have something on my face?  I felt around only to find nothing on it. No, he must be staring at someone else. Anyone is perfect compared to me.

I looked to see if anyone else was around, but I saw no one else outside, meaning he had to be staring at me.

I didn't find it creepy, but mildly comfortable, like I've known those eyes my entire life. I held the gaze, then looked to ground, suddenly self-conscious and embarrassed.