I wake up bright and early on moving day with a smile on my face. The movers bursting through my door cause my smile to fall. This is reality, not a dream. I grab my clothes and walk into my bathroom.
I change and I meet my mom at the taxi with the duffle bag I'm bringing with on the plane. She smiles at my outfit and hurries me along. She doesn't want to miss our flight, and neither do I.
At the airport, mama pays the taxi driver then we rush inside the airport. We show the lady our tickets and we sit in coach.
"Please fasten your seat belts and prepare to lift off." The pilot announces.
We fasten up and the play starts down the road type thing. I stare out the window and I smile wide when the plane lifts up off the ground. I watch as we go higher and higher.
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In Port Angeles, mama and I catch a taxi to our house in La Push. It is a small house. I smile as I walk inside. There is one bathroom, it's small. It's a two bedroom. I go to my room and notice I do have enough closet space, that's good.
I look out the window and across the the street. There is a brown house, the same size as this one. The movers come and I put my curtain up, by before noticing a boy in the window of the room across from mine.
I tip the movers before I begin to unpack and decorate my new room. I finish with the decorating and I unpack my clothes and my shoes.
"Miranda, go incite the neighbors across the street over for supper, you can cook." Mama calls.
I sigh and I jog down the stairs. I walk out the for and I walk across the street. I knock on their door and I step back. The guy from the window opens the door.
"How may I assist you?" He asks sarcastically.
Let's say, he is sexy!! "My mom wants you and your family over for supper, I'm cooking roast."
He seems to ponder for a few minutes. "Alright, let s get ready."
I sigh and I walk back home. I go to the kitchen and I fix my roast and put it in the oven in a crockpot bag. I start on the sides and hear the doorbell ring. Mama runs towards the door.
The guy walks in and he tilts an eyebrow at me cooking. "You weren't kidding."
I shrug. "Why should I, I don't even know you."
"Well, you should. I'm Paul Lahote." He introduces himself.
"I'm Miranda Jenkins." I tell him. "Can you get the roast out, muscle man?"
He chuckles and grabs an oven mitt. He opens the oven and grabs out the roast.
"That's a big roast." He comments.
I smile. "I cook for an army."
"My friends would love you, then. Especially if it's good."
"My daughter is an amazing chef." Mama comments as she helps sets the table. "That's how she distracted herself when her dad died, learning to cook."
Paul nods. "I can't wait to taste."
We all sit around the table, mama made me sit next to Paul. I don't mind or anything. He takes one bite of my food and he smiles on satisfaction.
"This is amazing!" He groans. "You should come hang with me and some friends tomorrow."
I smile. "Okay."
"Come on son." Anne Lahote says.
Paul smirks at me before following behind his divorced mom. I do the dishes up and I go to my room. I lock the door before changing into some Batgirl pajamas. I climb into my bed and I snuggle under my fuzzy wolf blanket. I fall asleep with that sexy Paul on my mind.
