Boy Next Door

Chapter 1: he moves in

Chapter 1: he moves in.

I heard a voice.

"Helena, come and meet our new neighbours!" my mother said (well, actually screamed).

"Coming!" I yelled back.

I put on a sweatshirt over my pyjama shirt and just left my yellow pants on.

I lazily walked downstairs, not really exited.

When I approached the door and saw the people who had moved in next door, I stopped breathing.

Two parents and two children were at our front door. The mother was a ginger-head with emerald green eyes. The father had dark brown hair, and was at least one meter eighty tall. The small daughter was like the mother, only she had a bunch of freckles on her cheeks and his father's blue eyes. She was wearing a multicoloured headband.

But that wasn't what almost made me have an asthma attack.

The boy, about my age, was stunning. He had medium bronze hair and deep honey-coloured eyes. His features were stunning, and he had a six pack.

I was about to faint.

"Sweetie, these are the Daslers. They're moving in next door, in house number 107.

"Hello," I said, idiotically drooling as I shook the hot boy's hand.

"Hi," he said with a charming smile. "My name is Olly. What's yours?"

"Helena..." I said.

"I love that name!"

"Why don't you two and Esther spend some time together so you get to know each other?" Olly's mother suggested.

I saw the boy get annoyed and whisper in her ear.

"Yes, you have to take your sister with you! She's your sibling and she's seven, so you've got to take care of her! You're 16, Olly, for god's sake!"

"Alright, alright," Olly said, rolling his eyes.

"Shall we go now? Thou isn't uncomfortable with my presence, is thou now?" the little girl said.

"What??" I said, confused.

"Just because she's reading Shakespeare now she thinks she can speak how they did in... well, I don't even know or care when Shakespeare's time was!" Olly said.

"Who does?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

"Soo, do you wanna head over to the park? Then we can drop this annoying twat here somewhere and leave her busy..." he said, whispering.

"I heard that!" Esther said.

"Sounds like a plan," I said, ignoring the little girl's comment.

We began walking to the park slowly as we talked endlessly. We talked about our hobbies, family, school, friends... and eventually about our love life (like I had one!).

"Do you... have a boyfriend?" Olly asked, hesitating.

"That would be a miracle," I laughed. Though I was being sincere. "What about Mr. Valentine over here?"

He grimaced.

"The last relationship I had, which was about half a year ago, ended badly; turns out Jazmine wasn't being faithful..." he said, a hurt look in his eyes. "But I'm glad we broke up. She was getting on my nerves anyway."

"Well, I'm glad and sad to hear that," I joked.

We both chuckled and then entered a stage of awkward silence, which would've been easier surviving than the next thing Little Twat (I'm gonna call her like that from now on) said.

"Are you guys gonna smooch when I leave?"

Smooch? SMOOCH? Who says that?

Olly blushed and probably so did I, because the next thing I know I hear that Twat's annoying and high-pitched voice again, with another unnecessary comment.

"I'll be watching, just so you know," she said as she walked away.

Olly and I were silent for a moment.

"Well that was awkward," I said, being honest.

"Yeah..." he said as he looked somewhere else.

He then suddenly looked up and smiled.

He began leaning in on me...

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Author's Note

Hellooo!

Say what?

CLIFF HANGER ALERT?

Oh, don't worry, my intention. *Evil face*

What? You didn't seriously expect me to leave the story closed?

I wanna make it interesting!

Comment with feedback so I can make it so!

Thank you!

~Agnes Moon🌕