The Boy Next Door [UNEDITED]

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The Boy Next Door

It's been twelve years since then and I still wonder whatever happened to green eyes. I wonder if he still remembers me?

I ask theses questions because I've seem to be moving back to the place it all started twelve years ago. Moving back to my hometown outside of Washington is not surprising.

My dad has been wanting to move back for some time now, but we couldn't when my older brother Trystan had gotten sick. After he past away my dad thought it would be good to go back home.

I hated the idea I was going to miss my friends, and coming back to a place I haven't lived in for twelve years seemed like a long lost memory.

The funny thing is I get to live right next to my old house."Are you excited to be back home?"My dad asked. Is that even a question?

Is exciting even an emotion? I think it's just a word someone made up to replace an emotion like happy or joy."I'm jumping for joy."I'm said, sarcastically.

"Good because we are here."He said, driving into the driveway of our new house."Yay because I need to use the restroom." I said with a smile and a good thumbs up to show how excited I really am.

I hoped out of the car and off into the moving truck to start taking some boxes down into the house. As a kid I always wondered what it had looked like inside of this house only because I have never stepped foot in it until now.

And to be honest I'm a bit surprised it is alot bigger than the house we lived in which by the way if I have not yet mentioned is right next door to us. Who knew that I would move back into this smelly old town in a house that I used to live next door to. Oh wait that's right no one knew not even god himself.

Well atleast I think he didn't."Alex leave thoses boxes in the kitchen and be careful my 'Charlies Angels' Plates are in their," My dad said, putting down some boxes by the stairs.

Oh yes my dad's collectable expensive plates, and let's not forget they are expensive. Charlies Angels, Star Wars, Batman, Elvis Presley, and his favorite Power Rangers. I feel like the luckiest person in the world to have such a cool dad that collects plates.

Not only does my dad collect plates, but also paintings. His job is to showcase and auction off paintings by artists. I like his job because I love the idea of the stories most of the paintings tell."Dad where do you want me to put your plates?" I yelled.

"Put them in the kitchen," He yelled back. After moving in all the boxes into all the rooms, I began to unpack my stuff and set it up in my room.

I walked into the restroom to see another door. I opened to only see another room 'Trystan' the thought of my brother not being here with me is painful. I know that if he was here we would have been fighting over the bathroom every morning before school.

"Jack and Jill," My dad said, putting his had on my shoulder."It's two rooms and a bathroom between them mostly shared by two people." He said trying to comfort me." I miss him too, Alex." He said, closing the door.

"If it makes you feel better you can move all of his stuff in there and fix it up,Okay?" He said as he hugged me." Thanks dad," I said, with a smile across my face. He kissed my forehead," How does pizza sound?" He asked, before walking out the door.

"Great I'm starving." I said now currently thinking about pizza. He walked out of the bathroom and I grabbed every box with my brothers name on it and put it in his room. I spent most of my time unpacking his stuff than my own. Also singing to GreenDay.

Once I was done unpacking my brothers room and my own, I threw myself on my bed and fell asleep.

"I got fake people showing fake love to.....that's smile in my face..... I can tell that love is fake.....whole time you wanna take my place." I heard someone singing, very loud and very annoying. One of the many things you should know about me is; I very much dislike it when people wake me up.

I sat up immediately hearing Fake Love by Drake. One of my favorite songs, but I'm not in the mood to hear it. I got up walked over to my window to see a guy dancing around singing. I opened my window and screamed."Hey pretty boy have you ever heard of the word sleep, you should try it sometime." I said, yelling at him from my window.

He turned around with no shirt on, turned off the music and walked towards his window that was wide open. He looked at me for a long moment then said,"Nice T-shirt, Can I talk you out of it?"He winked at me.

What a perv a very cute perv. Okay Alex let's play his little game."Oh you can try, but you'll never win?"I smirked. Take that you cutecumber.(High fives inside head). He laughed, "Princess I always win."Putting a wide grin across his face.

Nice one Alex.

I rolled my eyes,"look pretty boy keep it down or the only thing you'll be getting is your dick stapled to that pretty little forehead of yours." I smiled." Hey Princess can I have your name." He asked, laughing.

"Alex." I said.

"Hi Alex. I'm Jason."

"Hi Jason."

"Are you always this sarcastic?" He asked, lifting his eyebrow.

"Are you always this perverted?"I asked, making him laugh.He sat on his window sill."Only when I see a pretty girl.You?" I laughed,"Only when I meet dicks like you."

"I'm not a dick." He said.

"I don't believe you." I responded. He smiled and hoped off the window sill." I'll prove it to you." He said, sounding determined.

"And how exactly?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. He looked down like he was thinking and then he stuck his head out, showing his beautiful bright green eyes. Those eyes seem so familiar." Princess I'm taking you out tomorrow ," He said, and he closed his window and was gone.

I've only been here for two hours and already I'm going on a date with a complete stranger. Who knew?