The Girl Next Door

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Chapter 1: French Toast and Mystery Girl

"Jeremy Haze Walter, get your butt down here right now." My mom yelled from downstairs for over the millionth time.

Groaning, I threw the remote on the bean bag I was sitting on.

I grudgingly, trudged down the stairs.

By the time I was at the bottom of the stairs, my mom stood there with her spoon dangling from her hands.

"What took you so long, young man?" My mom hissed, wagging the spoon in my face.

"I was watching some T.V." I muttered, ducking the wooden spoon.

I felt a sharp pain in my butt and I turned around to see my mom, smirking at me.

"Did you just hit me in the butt mom?" I yelled. She let out a chuckle and went back to the stove.

Nodding my head I sniffed the kitchen.

"Are you making your famous French Toast?" I said excitedly. You would be excited too. My mom's French Toast is the bomb.

She nodded her head, placing a hot French Toast on the plate. I opened the drawer and took out a fork. I grabbed the plate and cut out a piece for me to eat. But before the heavenly food went in my mouth my mom placed her spoon in my mouth. I dropped my fork and looked at her in shock.

"Go and get your brother up." She told me.

Muttering some incoherent words I yelled out, "Tyler. Get up. Time for breakfast."

I turned around and my mom stood there with her hands on her hips, frowning.

"I told you to wake him up. Not the whole neighborhood. Stop being lazy and go upstairs." My mom sighed.

I was going to say something but my mom hissed, "That wasn't an option. It was an order. Go!"

Groaning, I trudged upstairs and slammed Tyler's door open.

Tyler was exactly 6 years old. He was a total copy of me. Jet black hair and grey eyes. We also looked exactly like my dad who had left us when I was 14 years old and Tyler was 3 years old. We don't really talk much about him and haven't heard from him either. And it's not that big of a deal because we were happy with my mom, even though my mom and I both know we are struggling to keep a roof over our heads.

"Ty!" I yelled. Tyler was sprawled on his bed, reading a comic book.

He looked up from his book and looked back down. Walking over to him I snatched the book from his hands.

"Jer, give it back!" He screamed.

"No. Mom said come down for breakfast." I said.

He grumbled something like, 'Older brothers are pain in the butts.'

"I heard that lil bro." I chuckled. I picked him and placed him on my back. He let out a couple of giggles and started singing Shine Bright Like A Diamond. This kid is totally bananas.

My mom heard us both singing and she chuckled.

When we arrived at the table I placed Tyler on his chair and waited for my mom to come.

Pulling out a chair for her, I imitated a thick Italian accent. "Here you go, madam."

My mom laughed, shaking her head. My mom was truly the most beautiful woman alive. She had warm brown eyes and brown curly hair.