Saved By The Schmidt

He's Your Neighbor?

Sorry it's been a while since I've update. Work and writers block had me pretty busy.

Enjoy!
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The car ride was silent. I still hated the man driving. I can't believe he thought I wanted a autograph or a photo with him. What is wrong with him? Is he mental? Like seriously. There has to be something wrong with his brain if he thought that I would want him to sign some autograph or take a photo.

"Will you say something?" tattoo boy said. "This silence is annoying."

"You're annoying." I said. I knew it was a lame comeback, but I didn't really want to talk to him at the moment.

"Seriously? That's all you're going to say?" tattoo boy asked.

"What do you want me to say?" I asked.

"I don't know, anything." he said.

"Well, I don't really want to talk to you." I said, rolling my eyes.

"It was an honest mistake." he said.

"So some random girl walks up to you and you just assume they want a photo and  a signature?" I asked.

"Pretty much." he said. I rolled my eyes.

He pulled up to a house. I looked out the windshield. I haven't been in this house since I was five, right before mom died and my parents brought me here on vacation. It was the vacation they told me that mom was sick. I got out of the car as soon as I saw my aunt come out of the front door. I quickly grabbed my suitcase before tattoo boy could grab it and walked towards her.

"Kendall thanks for picking Emmie up." my aunt said.

"No problem. It was my pleasure." he said. I rolled my eyes at him and walked up the steps to my aunt.

"Yeah Kendall thanks." I said sarcastically. I watched as Kendall backed out of the driveway. I expected him to drive away, but he didn't. No, instead he drove right to the driveway right next door. He parked and got out, going into the house. "What the?"

"Didn't Kendall tell you?" Aunt Milly asked. "He's my neighbor."