Babygirl - Jason Mccann

chapter 1

I sat at the kitchen table stirring a big bowl of ingredients I need to make my moms famous cherry muffins.

My mom was a great cook, she was always in the kitchen making the most delicious treats for me and Damon.

It still hurts that she's not here anymore and I know Damon acts like it doesnt phase him but I known it hurts him just as much as me if not more.

"DAMON" I called out for my brother to come help me with putting everything away. Im not lazy and I could try it myself but the last time I climbed to put them away I fell and broke my leg in two places.

I watched as my brother and his squad of misfits walked into the kitchen.

"You seriously need to grow or some shit, Ari this is getting out of hand" Za, Stiles,khalil and Jay laughed at Damon's comment.

I rolled my eyes  and went to put my muffins in the oven.

I hope Damon leaves tonight, I love it when it's just me in this house alone. Sometimes I hate when he stays out all night because of all the trouble he gets into but I guess thats what you get for being the towns "bad boy"

I laugh even thinking about it. If anyone outside of his group seen how caring he actually is they would reconsider the nickname.

"Are you guys staying in tonight?" I ask not to anyone in particular. I look up to find Khalil smirking at me.

"Why babes? You gonna be scared by yourself?"

"Shut up khalil you know I don't get scared easily" the boys start to laugh and Damon shoots a warning glare to khalil. I'm not sure if its for calling me babes or for making me feel like a child but either way I'm thankful because it worked.

I decided to take myself upstairs to my room with no annoying teenage boys to make me feel like a 10 year old.

I feel so safe in my own room, like nothing can hurt me in here. I guess its kind of like when you cover yourself with the blanket at night thinking its going to stop whatever you are scared of getting to you.

3 days. Thats how far into summer we are and I haven't done anything at all. No crazy beach parties or staying out all night and getting drunk. I should definitely do something tomorrow.

I have a lot of friends dont get me wrong but I just can't be bothered with half of them.

The majority of them are only friends with me because they think it will get them close to Damon and the rest are just fake.

My only 2 best friends would be rihannah and scarlette.

Scar is funny and could take all the negative energy out of a room simply just by entering.

Riri is more of a “lets go party and ruin our lives” kind of girl and the best part is they both think of Damon as a brother or at least Rihannah does.

They have stuck by me from kindergarten. I begin smiling thinking about the memory.

It was my first day at kinder garden and I was sat by the swings alone.

“ Hello” a light voice spoke taking me away from my thoughts.

“What's your name?” I look up to see a girl with light brown hair and golden eyes standing in front of me.

“My name is Ariana, what's yours?”
I stood up to get a better look at my new friend.

“I'm scarlette and this is my best friend Rihannah” she said pointing to a medium skinned girl.

“Hello rihannah, I like your hair its so pretty” I replied looking at the girls braided hair.

she thanked me and asked me if I wanted to join her and scarlette make sandcastles and that's how we became best friends.

I was about to climb in bed when I heard what sounded like fast and furious was being filmed outside my house and then a loud slam of a car door followed by footsteps.

I got up to check what was going on but I decided against it. It was probably Stiles, that's all he ever does.
Drive and drive and drive he thinks he's vin deasil or something.

Damon and the boys encourage it but I would hate if he got into and accident.

He's my favourite one of Damon's friends and i'v known him my whole life seeing as he is my brothers best friend.

The noises continued so I jumped out of bed and over to the window to open it and I was about to give stiles death for driving like a mad man at 10pm but it wasn't him.

I couldn't make out who it was but it must be our new neighbour because who ever it is carrying boxes from the car to the house next door.

I wondered how long it would be before someone had the courage to move in next to the towns bad boy.

The last person to live in that house moved out because of Damon's “constant partying habits”

The figure stepped onto the front porch and I was able to get a good look. He is beautiful. Holy shit. Oh, my fucking god.

There stood a boy who looked around my age. His brown hair was styled up into a quiff and the clothes he wore complemented his body very well not to mention his face.

(I think of Bizzle wearing Rick the Sizzler stlye clothes)

I broke out of my trance to realise he caught me staring at him. I should run back to my bed and act like none of this happened but I can't.

He continues watching me stare him out, and he smirks at me following with a wink.

I could have fainted right there but I had to hold it together if I was to ever have a chance with my gorgeous neighbour.

I smiled and closed my curtains as he walked out of sight and into his new home.

“I can see someone likes the new neighbour” I turn around and see stiles standing at my door.

“Can I come in?” He asks but there was no point as he was basically inside already.

“So what? He's nice to look at, it's not like anything could happen anyway Damon wouldn't allow it” I said sitting on my bed patting the space beside me for him to join me.

Stiles is like a brother to me. We can talk about anything and none of us can tell anyone it's like our rule.

I try changing the subject by telling him about the cookies that I baked.

"The cookies will be done in 20 minutes, tell the boy's they can have them" I say.

He smiles up at me.

“It's about time I talk to your brother about letting you live your life the way you want, everyone else may be scared of him but I know i'm not” I smiled at him and he returned it before kissing my head and leaving me to think about the beautiful boy next door.

After my shower I climbed under my covers and drifted of thinking about his eyes, his hair and his mischievous smirk. Oh, boy.