Can't Wait Till Your Mine (A Brent Rivera Love Fan Fiction)

First Day In New House :(

You know what sucks? Having to move away from the home you grew up in for 14 years only to have to move away because of your parent's stupid divorce. My siblings and my dad got to stay in San Clemente, California, while i had to move across the country to Flordia to go live with my mom and her new boyfriend. I had to leave so much behind when i left. I had to leave my amazingly gorgeous boyfriend, Sam Pottorff, a famous viner, and also my best friends and my dad. I wanted to stay with my dad in California but the court forced me to go with my mom because i am adopted and i had no choice.

But anyways, the first day we moved in to our gigantic suburban home i was happy and upset at the same time. My mom made me help her unpack every thing and get some things out of our car and the moving truck. While i was reaching inside the trunk of the car i was jolted by a tap on my shoulder.

I kinda gasped and stood up too quick and hit my head on the trunk door. I heard a male laugh that sounded strangely familiar and turned around in time to see my favorite viner ever, Brent Rivera, standing right in front of me. I stared wide eyed at him because i couldn't believe that he was here right now. He finally ended up breaking the silence.

"Do you need any help unpacking? I live next door and my mom said i should come over and ask."

I finally worked up the nerve to talk to him and said," Um... sure. There are a few boxes left in the moving truck and if you could get them that would be great."

And then i pointed to the truck and he nodded his head. He was walking down the driveway when he turned around and said, "What's your name?"

"My name is Amber Green."

"That's a nice name. Well, my name is Br-"

"Brent Rivera. I know. I watch you on vine all the time."

He kinda rubbed the back of his head and laughed. He still has that cute smile. It wasn't just a video illusion.

"Yeahh... Well, anyways, nice to meet you. It's good to know that your a cool fan. 'Cause mostly everyone i meet scream and try to tackle me. Your different though."

He then cocked his head and kinda looked at me in a wierd way and the shook it off and grabbed the boxes and walked inside. I followed right behind him.

"Your house is really nice Amber." He said. Looking around at what my mom had already unpacked.

"Thanks." I said.

He put the boxes down on the floor and i looked at the top of them and said, " Oh those two boxes go upstairs into my room. If you don't mind."

He said," No problem." Then picked them back up and started taking them up into my room. I followed behind him to start unpacking right away.

"My room is the first door on the right." We walked into my room and it looked like he was about to die.

"Dang. Your room is twice the size of mine." He said.

He opened the box and started taking things out of the box when i joined him. We sat on the floor rummaging through my stuff and talking about the school here, why i moved here, and how he became famous. We weren't really paying attention to anything until we felt our hands touch. We stopped talking and looked up at each other and stared into each other's eyes for what seemed like forever before i pulled away rubbing my hand and smiling and blushing.

He saw my face and he laughed. He then looked at his watch and stood up quick. "Shit, I have to get back to my house. My mom wanted me back an hour ago. Here's my number." He wrote it on a sticky note on my desk and then stuck it to my wall. He walked out of my room and moments later i heard him walking down the stairs and out the door. I looked out my window and watched himwalk to his house.

I walked myself over to my wall with the sticky note on it and looked at it.

(546)-223-1290.

~ Love, Brent Rivera <3

I smiled to myself and leaned against the wall. Maybe i was finally to starting to like it here.