Chapter 1 *Tessa's Point of View*
"Ohhhh Tess, he's so hot."
"Megan, you say as if I don't know."
Megan sighed. "You've never said a word to him."
"What's there to say? Hey Matt, I'm your next door neighbor.
Actually, I live across the street. I spy on you every night because
the light from your bedroom shines into my window. By the way, you
have really hot abs."
Megan laughed. "You COULD say that."
"Yeah, but I won't."
"Tessa, you need to take a chance!"
We sat in silence for a moment. Then Megan stood up.
"I have to go. Promise me you'll advance in the Matt department?"
"Sure. Bye!"
"Bye!"
What you just read? My friend Megan trying to convince me to talk
to Matt Strauss, my hot neighbor who lives across the street. The
amazing farm boy who drives a Chevy and wears the ridiculously hot
flannel shirts. I know, I know, cliché right? Well it's true.
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"Tessa! Come inside! I need your help!" my mom called through the
house window. I was still sitting outside, watching the Strauss farm.
"Sure thing mom," I stood up and walked into the kitchen.
"We need to make some pies for the annual county fair. I ran out
of flour and I was wondering if you could find me some more."
I nodded. "Did you look in the pantry already?"
"Yes. We don't have any in the house."
"Well I can't drive."
Mom sighed. "Tessa I need you to go ask the Strausses."
I froze. "The Starusses?" I murmured.
"Yes." Wow mom, could this be anymore like a movie? Honey, I need you to go ask the neighbors to borrow some flour.
"Um... Sure." I replied, flustered. I flung open the door and ran out. Standing on the
porch, I leaned against the house.
"Well, this is it Tess." I straightened my shirt and walked
towards their house. Reaching the door, I rung the doorbell. Not 10
seconds later, it opened.
Standing there was Matt Strauss.
Oh Lord.
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