After living with my parents for, well, my whole life, there are only a few things I would call strange. One of the, would be coming home and finding a very attractive boy sitting in your lounge. Another would be seeing the boy and my parents talking like they were old friends catching up. Another one would be hearing that the boy would be living with us.
“I’m not exactly following,” I said, sitting down on the tatty old blue couch next to my dad. He looked at me with his deep blue eyes, the same colour as mine, and ran a hand through his messy dark hair.
“Why did we produce such a stupid daughter, Paula?” he sighed.
“Dave, I think it’s because of your genes,” my mom’s witty reply came. I raised an eyebrow and cross my arms.
“Are you done?”
“Honey, what don’t you understand?” Mom asked, leaning forward with her elbows on her knees.
“Anything,” I shook my head. The boy- I think my parents said his name was Anton- laughed and I looked him up and down before he stopped.
“Anthony is coming to stay with us because his parents died and they were my best friends. He has nowhere else to go and so he’s coming to live here. Do you understand?” Mom explained for the second time.
“Forever?” I asked, glancing over at Anthony. He smiled a crocked smile at me, producing a dimple in his cheek.
“It seems like it,” Dad said. I smiled back at him.
Months passed and soon Ant and I had become the best of friends. I learned about his parents and what they did and how they died and I learned about him; what he liked doing, what things he was good at and bad at and what his personality was like. After three months of him living with us, I felt closer to him then I had ever felt to anyone. He was like the brother I never had.
He was a year older than me, so he was a senior at my school. He was warm hearted, confident, enthusiastic about almost everything, reliable and very intelligent. Of course when you combined those traits with his tall, muscular body, chocolate brown hair, bright blue eyes, oval-shaped face and high cheek bones you produced someone who made friends extremely quickly. After the time he spent with us I think he had more friends than I had.
But what I liked most about Ant was that he didn’t care how many girls liked him or how many guys wanted to hang out with him, he preferred to stay at home, like I did. We had loads of movie nights and went for runs together and, because he was super clever, he helped me with my work a lot. He was really great.
One day after school, I was walking to the parking lot when I saw Ant standing next to the car. In front of him stood a girl called Jade; a senior and the school’s slut. She was leaning against the car, twirling her ponytail and standing in a position where her very short and tight skirt was riding up along her thigh. I laughed and leaned against a pole, watching from a distance. She let out a loud giggle suddenly and I saw Ant awkwardly laugh too. Looking up, he saw me and waved before turning back to Jade. She leaned up and kissed him on the cheek before walking away, stalking past me without so much a glance my way.
“Girl troubles?” I asked Ant from over the roof of the car. A look of pure disgust was all over Ant’s face.
“You could say that,” he laughed, climbing inside.
“You know, one day you’ll have to stop teasing all those girls and actually go out with one of them,” I told him, closing my door and throwing my bag in the backseat.
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I Spy
Teen FictionWhen a stranger comes to live with Marley Parker, everything starts to change. The truth is reveled about her real family and about why Anthony Carter really came to live with her. Before she can fully understand anything, she is thrown into a dan...