The boy next door

Authors note:

So for about a month now Ive been reading books from wattpad and I have finally decided to write one. So here goes. Please give your feedback:) thanks

The Boy Next Door

Chapter 1:

I had the perfect life. The perfect boyfriend. The perfect friends. Perfect everything.

My boyfriend-a super hot and super popular jock named Aaron. He was a straight A student and excelled in both football and basketball. He had blond floppy hair and a super defined 6 pack.

My best friends, Caitlin and Hannah. I loved them to bits. We had been friends for 15 years now, since we had met at playgroup when we were all 2 years old. From that day on, we were inseperable.

Hannah was short and petite. A curtain of blond hair reached all the way to her waist. She was the "shy guy" of the group, whenever a boy even talked to her she would blush and start to stutter. But once you got to know her, man that girl is crazy.

Caitlin - short, ash brown hair that reached to her shoulders, she also had a skinny figure. She was a confident and outgoing which made up for hannahs "unoutgoingness" She was quite pretty and often had boys falling at her feet.

Then theres me. I had blondy brunette hair that came down to the middle of my back. My eyes were a blue-green colour that changed shades in the sunlight. I was a mixture between shy and outgoing, kind of inbetween. I loved to be social and meet new people though.

See, I had everything. I was so happy, over the moon in fact. Life was going amazing. Until one fatal day. When he moved in next door.

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it was an ordinary school day. Aaron had driven me home in his brand, new car that he had been pestering his dad for for weeks.

He left with a goodbye kiss, leaving me breathless, a stupid grin plastered on my face. Man, that boy was an amazing kisser.

I waltzed inside my front door, my fingers moving like lightning over my phone keypad, messaging Hannah and Caitlin, organizing our next movie night.

With a quick "hello" to mum, I rushed upstairs to my overly pink bedroom.

I chucked my bag to the side and grabbed my macbook pro. I lifted up the smooth, silver lid, starting to check all my social media.

As I was scrolling down my facebook newsfeed, I heard a -what sounded like- massive truck come to a halt right near my house.

I heard, talking, laughing, shouting coming from next doors place. Once my curiosity had won the fight with my self-control, I skipped over to my window to see what all the commotion was about. Down below me, in the neighbours property, I saw a family of 3 standing around a large moving truck, talking to -what looked like- the moving men. My eyes wandered through the family until I saw him. This complete and utter teenage male perfection.

My mouth dropped open and my knees weakened. He looked a little taller than Aaron, with dark -almost black- hair swept across his forehead. Even from where I was standing I could see how blue his gorgeous eyes were.

He dissappeared behind the truck and a short time later came back, lifting a box bigger than himself. My eyes drifted over to his arms.

"Ohmygod" I thought

His muscles were tense underneath his plain black tshirt, tense and defined. They were huge. But not in the huge way, that made guys look like obsessive bodybuilders. It was a nice huge, if thats possible.