We got out of the taxi and proceeded to get our stuff from the trunk of the car. I couldn't help but stare at my surroundings.
It was all....
Breathtaking.
The trees were tall and beautiful, there was so many, more than the eye can see. And the sky was a beautiful shade of blue that combined majestically with the milky white clouds. I looked at the house in front of me. It was a beauty shade of distilled rose, with a beige roof , and, to be quite frank, it reminded me of barbies dream house.
Oh shit,
I was Barbie.
Amanda was never going to believe this. I walked to the sidewalk to get a better angle of everything around me, I really wanted to capture the view. I took a quick picture and began sending it to her, imagining what her reaction would be when it delivered and she saw the view that I was blessed with.
But just as I was about to tap my screen to send the message, I felt myself being pushed into the warm air and hitting the hot concrete sidewalk as my phone was sent flying into the lawn. I looked up, ready to beat the crap out of the person that threw me down, but then the boy riding the motorcycle that hit me took off his helmet and I decided then and there that I couldn't beat him up: he was too pretty to beat up. He watched me for a few seconds, got off his motorcycle and began walking towards me. I felt butterflies beginning to rise from my stomach, wondering if it was to soon to be in love, but then the mere thought escaped my mind. Instead, this beautiful god bent down next to me, picked up his sunglasses that had fallen off his head, and looked at me coldly. "Next time watch where you stand you muppet, it's a public sidewalk not your own photography studio.", he said as he stared at me with his ice cold blue eyes. He walked back to his motorcycle and rode away as I got myself up, brushed off my clothes, and proceeded to go inside.
Wow Liv, not even ten minutes at your new home and you already got ran over, met a sexy boy with an even sexier British accent, and as always, managed to be a complete and utter freak show. Just lovely.
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Hiiii
It's been a while, and it's extremely short but I hope you guys like it!
-J
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