"I hear a new boy is moving to that street over there. You know. That house. At the end of the street. " My best friend, Libby, teases as I recall all of the terrible memories for the film, house at the end of the street, she made watch.
"Stop it!" I'm gonna have nightmares of the new boy trapping me in his trap door basement thing.
"Well he's going to our school and you know how friendly your mom is with neighbors" she winks at me. She claims I'm beautiful and I just don't see it. I mean even when we met she claimed I was a model from some magazine.
"When is he moving in?" I ask.
"Maybe that will answer your question." She points to the moving truck passing the street ahead of us.
A man, a woman, and a teenage boy and girl come out of a car right beside the moving truck after they pull up a house.
The girl is by far gorgeous and the boy has a bizarre mane of curls going all around his head.
"Libby, why is he walking towards us. Smiling?"
"Dips." She says.
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Last First Kiss *HarryStyles*
FanfictionWhat if you could have the boy of your dreams, and everything you've ever wanted, to call yours?
