The Boy/Guy Next Door

Chapter 2: Spaghetti does not belong in hair

"You two know each other?" Mum beams, not notices the glare that I'm giving him.

"Sadly, we do," I answer. Mum turns to me with a shocked expression.

"Cameron!" she gasps. I sigh.

"Sorry, we didn't meet on the right note," I say, smiling lightly at the guy's parents.

"I'm Rob Weaver and this is my wife, Daisy, my daughter Angelina, and my son Aaron," Mr. Weaver introduces. I notice a little blonde girl pop out from behind him. I take a moment to examine the family. Mr. Weaver has dark brown hair and green eyes while Mrs.Weaver has blonde hair and blue eyes. Like me. Anyone can tell where Aaron and Angelina get their looks.

"I'm Lauren Reeds and these are my twin daughters, Ashley and Cameron," mum smiles. A few minutes later, I'm playing with some old barbies with Angelina while Aaron and Ashley flirt on the couch.

"Can you braid me hair?" Angelina ask me with wide blue eyes. At this, Aaron's gaze focuses on us. I smile at her and nod. She jumps onto my lap and starts talking about how she likes playing with the dolls and how Aaron usually plays dolls with her. I continue to braid her hair. Once I'm done braiding her long hair, I use a hair tie to secure it at the bottom.

"All done, Angel," I smile. She hops up and looks into the mirror that was next to the tv. She jumps to me and hugs me. She lets go and starts dressing up the dolls again. I look up and see the entire Weaver gaping at me, excluding Angelina.

"What?" I ask, playing with my hair. I really don't like attention. Mrs. Weaver snaps out of her trance and smiles warmly at me.

"Nothing dear, it's just that she's never opened up to someone so quickly," she smiles. The spaghetti mum was making is soon finished and we all sit around the table. Mr and Mrs Wearver are sitting next to each other, Angelina is sitting to my left, Aaron to my right, Ashley next to him, and mum in between Mr. Weaver and Ashley. Some chit chat starts up and I eat quietly next to Angelina.

"Excuse me, I'll just get some water for my self," Aaron says as he leaves the table and goes to the kitchen.

"Cameron, can you get the garlic bread from the kitchen?" mum asks me. I nod and head to the kitchen. I swing open the door and find Aaron about to eat an Oreo. More specifically, one of MY Oreos. Good thing the walls are sound proof.

"NOOOO!" I yell as I run at Aaron who is about to take a bite from the Oreo. I launch myselfat him and tackle him to the ground. Ahh fudge. I'm wearing a dang dress.I end up sprawled over Aaron. I lift my head and blow my hair away from my face. I look at the crushed Oreo.

"You killed it!" I squeak. I hastily cllimb off of Aaron as heat rushes to my cheeks. I flatten out the wrinkles in my dress and blow out a breath.

"You can't keep your hands off me, can you?" Aaron smirks.

"Yes, I just need to cover your hideous face from all the scares children," I huff.

"I know I'm irresistible, but you aren't my type," he continues.

I glare at him and spot the spaghetti not to far away from me. I grab a handful and chuck it at the jerk in front of me. He looks shocked before grabbing the spaghetti and throwing it back at me. I grab the spaghetti pot and throw the contents at him. I place the pot to the side and smirk in satisfaction. He grabs the pot of meat sauce and tosses the contents at me face. My eyes snap shut as the warm liquid runs down my hair and under my dress. Some sauce drips down my dress and onto the floor. I wipe my hand across my face and swipe the meat sauce away from me. I smile evilly and corner Aaron. He looks at me like I'm insane. Well I may just be.

"Let's hug it out," I smile sickly, spreading my sauce coated arms. Aaron vigorously shakes his head. I chuckle darkly and hug him, smearing the sauce all over his dress shirt. I'm suddenly lifted up and placed on the counter. I squeak as the cold marble counter comes in contact with my bare legs. I open my eyes and come eye to eye with a smirking jerk. What's with him and smirking?

"Or, we can kiss it out," he suggests in a low voice, leaning closer to me. I lean back until my head hits the wall. He leans closer, until our lips are centimeters away from each other. Before he can kiss me, mum barges into the room. She looks at me, completely shocked at the mess and the position I'm currently in. Aaron pulls away from me and turns to face mum with a look that says that he just killed a puppy.

"Oh, well," mum stutters, slowly backing out of the room.

"Mum! Let's get back to the dining room," I rush before running out of the kitchen like a bat out of h e double hockey stick. I rush into the dining room and everyone looks at me. I glance down at the dress that use to be white, but was now stained with spaghetti sauce. Angelina walks to me and looks up at me.

"Is the spaghetti supposed to be in your hair?" she asks. I lean down to her height and motion for her to lend me her ear.

"No, Aaron thought that it belonged there though," I whisper to her. She giggled and picks the noodles out of my hair.

"Mommy, can I stay here with Cameron tonight?" Angelina asks Mrs.Weaver. Aaron looks at me with shock as he hears what Angelina says. He stands at the kitchen doorway and gapes at me.

"I don't know sweety, would you mind Cameron?" Mrs. Weaver asks me.

"Not at all, Mrs.Weaver," I smile.

"Call me Daisy, sweety, I'll bring Angelina her stuff in a few minutes," Daisy says. I nod and Angelina starts jumping around. We say goodnight to everyone and they leave. Aaron decides to stay for a few minutes.

"Can I talk to you, privately?" he asks as Ashley scowls. I shrug and he drags me outside. I shiver as the cold air hits my bare skin,

"How did you do it?" he asks suddenly.

"Do what?" I ask.

"Get Angelina to open up to you? She has never opened up to anyone besides our parents and myself," Aaron informs me.

"I don't know... I was just playing dolls with her," I shrug. I wrap my arms around myself as the wind picks up. Dang this dress.

"Ok then, see ya at school on Monday," he smirks. Before I can process what's happening, his lips meet my cheek before he dashes of, throwing a smirk over his shoulder before entering his house next door. That is probably the most I've ever let a person of the opposite gender touch me. Heck, I've never been kissed on the forehead, cheek, or anywhere. He took my first cheek kiss! That womanizer! I groan and walk back into the warmth of my house. I take a quick shower and pull on my Tom and Jerry pjs. Angelina hops to me in her my little pony pjs and asks me to take out her braid. I hum to myself as I undo her braid. She lays in bed next to me as I toss the cover over both of us. Thank oreos that the mover guys came back and placed everything in its spot. I feel Angelina's small body curl against mine as sleep starts to come to me. I see the window light up from the house next to us. The house has the same structure as ours. I see a silhouette of a guy before letting the darkness take me away.

A/N

Should I continue? Good? Bad?

I know this chapter is really short and I'll try to make the next one a lot longer.

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