The Bad Boy Moves Next Door

New Aquaintances... Or not?

Ethan is absolutely ridiculous. If he isn't burning the house down trying to secretly cook mustard in a pan, he's rolled in a ball on the floor, blocking a door way.

"MOVE!" I shout into the air, my voice boomingly echoing throughout the hallway. He flinches, seeing as I woke him up, kicking my leg and causing me to land on top of him, knocking the wind out of me.

"Get... off... of... MEEEEEEEEE!" Ethan the spaz screeches. "Hmmph.. well maybe if you weren't laying in the middle of the hallway." I get off of him after catching my breath. "Mmm air."

I bet you're wondering why I'm not in school or something. Well, it's summer break and like usual during the summer, I have no idea what time or day it is. All I do is sleep in and be lazy all day, every day.

I skip to the kitchen and grab myself the box of lucky charms. "Lucky charms are the shi-" "DONT SAY IT!" Ethan bursts out from around the corner, jumping and tackling me to the ground mid way. "Ugggh, what was that for?" "I don't know, I'm bored." He resorts. "Hmm wanna go shopping today and get some new clothes? Can you drive?" "Fine, sure Zoey, as long as we get Mc Donald's smoothies. Like five each." "Fuc- I mean fudge yeah, deal." I head back to pouring my cereal, sitting down on the stool at the island. I munch away at my cereal, planning in my head what I'll buy. I'm making Ethan drive cause I don't have my licence judging that I'm 16. Even though I could get my licence, I'm too lazy. When our parents died they left all of their money and belongings to us, so we live in a medium sized house, and we're fairly wealthy, so we don't need jobs just yet.

I jump into the shower and, well, shower. Fifteen minutes later I dry my hair and wrap a towel around myself.

I skip along to my room, humming the tune of some random song, I don't know the name of. I head over to my bathroom mirror, brushing my hair out of my face and applying a bit of mascara. I change into my clothing and slip on my vans. I head over to my bedside table and grab my phone for no apparent reason.

"ARE YOU READY?" I shout at the top of my lungs. "Aye aye captain." Ethan appears beside me, which happens more often than you would imagine. "I can't hear you!" "AYE AYE CAPTAIN!" He shouts into my ear. Darn it, I shouldn't have said the line. Living with Ethan, I'm surprised I'm not deaf by now. "OOOOHHHHHHHHHHH."

We get into our car, a fairly expensive convertible. We push the button that takes the top down and we get going. We drive to a popular mall around our area and I gracefully get out of the car. Not. I accidentially trip on the seal belt and fall forward, catching myself just before I hit the ground. I pick myself up, dusting off my jeans as if nothing happened. I glance around to see if anyone saw that embarassing moment and I glance over at Ethan. Hold up. I do a double take and see him falling onto the ground, collapsing of laughter, pointing at me. He seems to catch his breath, then he makes eye contact with my grouch face, and my arms crossed, and seems to roll over into his fit of laughter all over again.

Two hours later and I'm completely exhausted. We drank about 15 smoothies between the two of us, without effort, or a second thought, which was totally not agreed upon. We walked out of the Mc Donald's in our mall, ignoring the questioning, wide eyed stares of the employees, obviously wondering how we can drink so many smoothies. We walk back through the mall, carrying our large amount of bags. We toss them into the trunk, after unlocking it with the button. An idea pops into my mind and I walk backwards, then turn around and fling myself forward over the car, into the passenger seat, landing not so gracefully. I've always wanted to do that.
I ignore Ethan's questioning glance and nod for him to get going after he stares for a few moments and gets in the car. We drive down the busy highway that we know so well, and turn down our street. We drive up to our house, and I'm the only one who seems to notice the moving truck outside of the house beside us which has been up for sale for a few months. I tap Ethan's shoulder and point, as we pull into the driveway. He nods and we walk inside. "Would you like to walk over and introduce yourself to our neighbors, maybe bring some cookies?" "Sure." I nod my head a few times, I walk into the kitchen and grab some homemade cookies. Not made by Ethan, of course. My best friend Ava made them, as she usually comes over and cooks for us, seeing as me and Ethan can both definetly not cook.

I pull Ethan's arm, dragging him with me out the door. Just as we walk outside, he pushes my arm away and straightens his shirt out, as to make a good impression. I walk down our farmiliar pathway and over to the neighbors house, Ethan following shortly behind. I walk over to the moving truck and I not so gracefully, trip over the rope used to pull the door of the truck back up, and fall. I shut my eyes tight and start praying I make it to heaven. Please god don't be mad at me for throwing that cupcake at Ethan's face a few days ago, I'm just a kid please.

I open my eyes, realizing I didn't hit the ground. I'm face to face with a model? Am I dreaming again? The boy winks at me and picks me up, setting me back on the ground. "And who might you be?" He cockily grins. "I'm uh- um- that's- um I'm- I'm Zoey, nice to meet you..?" I grit my teeth, wanting to slap myself for being such an idiot. I look over at Ethan for a moment, seeing that he's introducing himself to the woman who looks to be our new neighbor. And this must be her son. "I'm Blake. Nice to meet you, princess." Before I could pass him the cookies, he winks and walks away into the house. I shamelessly walk over to the mom and introduce myself, passing her the cookies, saying I made them myself. Sorry Ava, no credit for you today. She introduces herself as Amelia Dossi, saying she just moved here from New York, with her son. I nod, with a smile and respectfully say I need to get going. I walk back into my house, ditching Ethan. I lean my back against the door, and slowly slip down it, my socks making me slip and plop on the ground with a thud. I sit there for a while and catch my breath. I stare at the wall for what seems like forever, and I head over to my bedroom. I sit down on my bed, grabbing my phone, which I threw here earlier, and watch YouTube for a while.

I hear the door slam and bounce into the living room, greeting Ethan. After a while, I walk back into my room, and make the mistake of looking out my bedroom window, I make eye contact with a shirtless Blake, stare for a bit too long, and spin on my heel and walk out.

"Fudge."