The Boy Next Door

Chapter 3 "Cinnamon..... No..... like a pumpkin spice latte"

{Ding Dong}

The door swung open, "hi you must be David (my dad) I'm Laura"

she looked over at me with a look of curiosity bubbling inside her "yes it's so nice to meet you Laura, this is my daughter Katy"

I looked over at my dad from the mention of my name and saw him prompting me "..hi.." I said awkwardly

"hello dear, I'm not sure whether you have met my son yet his name is Dean"

I stepped around silently contemplating whether to say that we walked home together "oh yeah he sits next to me in English"

a look of shock sprung across her face "oh really I'm surprised he didn't tell me"

"Really I'm not" I muttered under my breath "what was that dear, ... oh never mind I'm sure you're both freezing out here come in, come in" she hurried us both in.

As I walked into the Morris' house I was immediately greeted with a warm homely feeling and the smell of... cinnamon.... no... like a pumpkin spice latte, yes that's it, wow that's nice. they had a sweet little fireplace lighting up their living room with cute ornaments layed on top. Sat in the living room was a brown fabric sofa with a blanket placed over it.

Just as I was admiring my surroundings I heard a loud bark and turned around to be greeted with a ball of fluff coming at me,

'no way do they actually have a Pomeranian!?' The little fluff ball came rampaging at me, I didn't turn down the chance to get smothered in fluff. The Pomeranian plopped itself onto my foot and I could feel it's warm fur rubbing against my ankle.

"Charley, down" a brisk deepened voice said.I felt a feeling of worry fill up inside of me, I turned around to be greeted with dean in all his glory, a grey tank top showing off some abs because it was too small for him, and dark blue jeans that fit him perfectly.

"Hey Katy"

I was still star struck at this point "h..h..hi dean" a smirk climbed up his left cheek as a blush grew on both of mine.

My dad piped up "hello I'm Dave it's a pleasure to meet you young man" he extended his hand to dean.

"Likewise" he said with a cheeky smile as he went to join my dads hand.

"Dean why don't you go show Katy your room" Laura said with an awkward vibe flying off her.

"yeah sure" he let go of my dad's hand and turned to face me,

"you coming?" He asked looking a bit impatient

"yeah" I felt a blush threatening to climb up my cheeks, but brushed it away when dean spoke

"sooooo... how long have you lived here?

"I had to think for a moment "erm nine months" 'was that right,yeah, yeah that was right'

"oh cool"

We walked up the stairs and to his bedroom door in silence

"welcome to my man cave"he said with a look of pride on him.

He opened the door to a mahogany bed, some dark coloured beanbags and a half painted wall the colour of the night sky, it was a bit streaky but that was understandable as they were obviously still decorating. He walked in and I swiftly followed, turning my head I saw a tv facing the beanbags, it was still yet to be plugged in but it looked like it was going to be an awesome gaming corner. There were some shelves on the floor along with a drill and nails.

He bent down to pick something up, I tried to see what it was but couldn't clearly until he stood back up, it was a paint roller and it had been dipped into one of those paint pallets for rollers.

"What are you doing?" I asked him curiously.

"well this room isn't going to paint itself" he said sarcastically, "you can just sit down on one of those beanbags" he said pointing over to the beanbags with his head.

I looked over to the beanbags and then back to him. "If you think I'm not helping you then you're out of your mind"

He look a bit bewildered, "erm ok then, grab a roller and get to it" I did as he said and we got to painting.

It was about an hour later when our parents called us down for dinner, we had used around half of the paint tin and quite frankly I was STARVING. We made our way down stairs quite swiftly and I'm assuming he was hungry as well.

When we got downstairs our parents were sitting at the dining table with pasta bake in 4 nicely arranged bowls.

"Oh my gosh that smells A...mmmaaaaa.....ZING"

"try not to get too much of an orgasm"

at this a blush crawled up my cheeks "oh shut up Dean" I say giving him a death glare.

"I just speak the truth" he said trying to hide the fact that he was pissing himself with laughter.

"Whatever" I said rolling my eyes at him.

"Dinner is wonderful Mr Marcus" said Dean after inhaling most of his food.

"Thank you Dean" my dad said after hearing Dean when I nudged him "but please call me David"

"Yes Mr Mar... David"  at this my dad gave out a small chuckle and shook his head.

After a few brief seconds of silence Laura piped up, "So Katy what is your favourite subject at school?"

"Textiles" I said swiftly after processing her question.

Ever since I was little I have wanted to be a fashion designer, I even had one of those projection things where it projects a design and then I would add alterations to it. My mum always used to believe I would be the best designer......

"Katy..... Katy, Laura asked you a question" I had blanked, my dad was speaking to me.

"Oh" I said confused, I had no idea what the question was "erm sorry what was the question?"

"That's fine dear, I asked what makes you like textiles" she said kind of worried to begin with but she had a cheery smile plastered on her face by the end of her sentence.

"Oh.. erm well I've always wanted to be a fashion designer and textiles is a subject I love and it will help me with my future" I said smiling back at her.

"Well fashion is my set of expertise, I used to own my own label, you might have heard of it: LM Fashions."

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Wwhhhhaaaattttt How weird is that.
What is everyone thinking about Katy's mum???
See you next chapter 😘😘