New Neighbors

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"Emily come with me right now. I think two greek gods just escaped a mythology book." I dragged Emily out of the promptly organized kitchen, outside to where I had been standing.

"Well god damn." I knew she would agree with me.

"Do you think they're our neighbors or like their friends or something?" Praying that they are our actually neighbors because I wouldn't mind seeing those faces everyday. But the one that really intrigued me was the tall tattooed one.

"I'll go ask."

"NO! Don't. My god do you always have to draw attention to yourself. Just help me with the rest of the suit cases please?"

As she walks inside with the last of her things, I go to grab my backpack off the ground (I dropped it when I was in awe of the handsomeness before me) but of corse clumsy me, drops all of the boxes in my arms and makes the loudest cracking noise. Great.

"Hey new neighbor!" The bleach blond one yells while he points at me. Awesome.

I shyly wave to them and give a fake little smile as they start to make there way over to me.

"Do you want any help?"

"No thanks biebs, I got it." I reply sounding a lot more snarky than I meant to. Yes Alex come off as a bitch. You go girl.

"What?"

"I'm sorry I didn't really mean to say that out loud. Its just you kind of look like a wanna-be Justin Bieber." I shrug off while gathering everything that fell and stood back up.

His sharpened features are more detailed up close. He has these brown eyes that are so foreign to me. They are this light brown with almost a hint of gold. And his sharp jawline almost has me dead on the spot.

"Is it really that bad? You're like the sixth person to tell me that." he says laughing, looking over at his British friend who was coming our way.

"So then biebs, whats your actual name?"I asked, still every now and then glancing at his bare arm at all his tattoos.

"My names Kian and the fake British guy is Harrison."

"Hey! Ok guess I'm not really british now, even though I've been living in England my whole life." Harrison says very sarcastically, I think we are going to be friends.

"'been living there' So you still live in England?" Im going to be so sad if these people don't actually live next to me.

"Well ya, Ive been living with this guy and all those people for the past month and Im leaving back to England soon." he tells me while pointing to the house. So Kian has roommates?

"Wow now that I'm out here, our music sounds really loud. Sorry about that I'll tell them to turn it down." Kian just now realizes. I thought their eardrums would have already been blown out from being in there.

"Oh ya thanks."

"Well if you don't need any help, I think we should get back over there. Jc is drunk out of his mind." Kian looks over to Harrison as they laugh and nod about their drunk friend.

"See you around neighbor!" Are you kidding me Alex. 'See you around'.

"Oh wait we never got your name!" Harrison yells to me stopping in his tracks.

"Im Alex!"

Kian says something to Harrison, making him turn around towards the house. Then he pops his head up over his shoulder to say something to me.

"Bye Alex!" I like the way my name sounds in a British accent.

I give a small wave to them since I really couldn't because of all the stuff in my arms. Probably should have asked for help.

When I walked into the house I was bombarded with questions from Emily.

"What was their name? Do they live there? That blonde one was kind of checking you out! I want to talk to them!"

"Blondey is named Kian and the other one was Harrison. Kian lives there and he has roommates. Plural." How do I casually ask who lives there.

"Date." Emily always tells me this.

"Ok sure. Even though you seem more interested in them than me..."

"Hey I have a boyfriend!"

"I know you talk about him all the time. Im going to go check out the beach now."

"Ok cool I'll just set our house up by myself." Emily was doing all the unpacking by herself but she could come with me.

I took one of my suit cases upstairs and searched through it looking for something to change into. I picked out my light blue denim shorts, because it was hotter here than in Boulder.

I make my way down stairs, definitely noticing the judgey glare from Emily.

I walk outside past Kian's house and down the palm tree lined street. When I finally got to the beach, surprisingly there wasn't that many people there. But I did recognize one face.

Of course Kian was here and... with his girlfriend?

// Its really difficult to describe the way that Kian talks so, sorry for making it so weird