Don't Forget {Me}

The Boy next door is pretty Hot

----Mary just moved next door to two brothers, George and Sam. She grows up along side these two brothers and gets dragged into their jokes and adventures. But as they grow up they seem to develop a new feeling they never felt before, love. Mary gradually gets a crush on George, and George begins to return those feelings. Yet Sam seems to be pulling Mary toward him, and she can't decide who she really loves.----

Chapter 1- A new home

Mary P.O.V.

            I was only nine years old when I had my first crush on the boy next door, and I could honestly remember how we met. Even though it’s been a few years since then, the memory is burned to the back of my mind.

            It was around the year when it was raining around summer, and we were moving to another place that was near my father’s job. The place happened to be a small town where everyone knew each other, and there was an atmosphere of serenity.

            It so happened that we were moving to a close friend’s of my parents, who also happened to have two boys around my age. George who was my age and Sam who was older.

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            I was staring out the window, watching the small droplets of water fall down on the green lush grass. It was a tiring trip all the way from New York, and it was my first time in Europe.

            It was a nice place, and it was exactly just like the movies I had watched in the television. Everything looked like from a fairytale. The scenery was just breathtaking.

            “Mary you better behave,” my mother had entrusted as we entered the small town. I nodded obediently, and I knew better than oppose my mother since I was a very young smart girl.

            I turned back to the town once we finished our discussion, and my parents began to talk about the house. I didn’t pay much attention, because I was too caught up in watching the new place I was about to live in.

            There was a small dock with so many boats of different sizes, and a big river that stretched to other side with the same color as the sky. There was a few people walking around on the sidewalk some holding bags, and the others seemed to be just walking with their umbrellas.

            Some didn’t have umbrellas and seemed to be running, and searching for a place to not get wet from the rain. I smiled to some people that passed by us, and they waved back with warm smiles on their faces.

            The town seemed like a nice place, and as soon as we reached our neighborhood I knew it would be like the rest of the town. It seemed peaceful, and the houses were adorned with many plants and flowers of many kinds.

            When we reached the middle of the street, my father parked the car into a normal two-story house. It wasn’t like the rest of the other houses, it looked more abandoned. There were no flowers on the front only weeds, and tall grass that reached my ankle.

            The painting of the house was kind of white and the paint was pealing from the sides, and the windows were a bit too dirty. It wasn’t exactly a welcoming, peaceful house…but I knew my parents would fix it. 

            “Oh my, Derek, do you think we can spend the night here?” My mom asked my dad as he got out of the car. We all went to the protection of the front, and looked at the oak door.