Good Girls are Bad Girls || Luke Hemmings

Good Girls are Bad Girls

Chapter 1.

LUKE'S POV*

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"Dude they're pulling in!" Ashton runs to the window, Calum and I following.

Ash, Calum and I all look out the glass window to the neighbours driveway. A black mustang pulls in and I can feel the drool forming in my mouth.

"Guys that car is like sex." Calum speaks my thoughts.

Eyes glued to the car, a door opens. "So is she." Ashton says, eyes on the car door.

Stepping out is a medium height, lean, long haired brunette girl. I squint to make sure she's real, and it's not just my teenage hormonal mind controlling me. Yeah, she's real.

Next to step out is a tall dark haired man in a pleated suit, he looks up at the house with a grin. The girl walks up beside him and looks as well. She looks about my age or slightly younger. Scanning her body, I take her in. She's wearing some type of sandal and a flower printed dress. Her outfit gives an "innocent" vibe. Her hair is long, brown, and wavy, big waves that cascade down her figure.

Another car door slams and out comes a blonde haired boy with a basketball in his hands. He looks about eleven but I can't really make his age out. He's wearing kaki shorts and a dark blue t-shirt.

They look like the normal all American family, but without a mom. Another vehicle pulls in but instead of a mustang it's a big trailer being driven by a black truck. Probably their furniture, maybe the mom is driving the truck.

Nope. Out comes a young man wearing black shades, kaki pants and a white shirt tucked into them. Well, they all dress like prudes. Maybe it's just my punkish style but come on, kakis?

Ashton slightly turns the knob on the window-sill, opening it a tad so we can hear.

"Son, you made it." The man in the suit smiles.

The "son" smiles back, "Yes Dad, I was only about five minutes behind you." They smile and laugh, but I really don't find humour in the corny interaction.

"Well, Justin, Andrew and I will move the furniture, you being a girl Blythe, you take the light boxes and we can take care of the rest." The father instructs his daughter, I'm assuming that's who she is.

Justin, Andrew and Blythe. I like the name Blythe.

"Dad, I can help with the heavy stuff." Blythe nods with a smile. Yeah she's his daughter.

"Don't be silly Bly, you're a young lady, you shouldn't be doing physical labour."

Wow, sexist.

"But it's not har-" Blythe presses, "Are you arguing?" Her father gives a cocky smile to the older brother. Justin I think his name is.

"Just leave the tough stuff to us Bly, take pillows or whatever, this is a mans job." Her brothers tries to instruct.

"Sexist." Blythe turns back to the car and grabs a bag full of pillows.

"What was that?" Her father raises an eyebrow.

"I said should I take this?" She lies, holding up a bag of pillows with a fake smile.

That's not what she said. The boys and I glance at each other wearily, then look back at the new neighbours.

"Yes honey, look at you. Being my perfect daughter, always obedient." The father smiles at her. Kind of weird.

She turns and walks away, "I'm not a dog." I see her roll her eyes and say under her breath. The driveway is only a couple feet from this house. All of the houses in this neighbourhood are squished together it seems.