"Brooke honey could you put this box in the living room?" My mom said trying to hand me a box.
"I've moved enough boxes! Can't I just go sit down!"My mom put the box down and took a breath. And looked at me.
"Alright I could use a break too. You can go unpack your room if you want while I make something for the neighbors"I turned around and walked into the house.
I felt bad for being mean to her... it's not her fault we moved... even tho it kinda is. After my dad died my mom wasn't the same. She quit her job and wouldn't leave the house. But 2 years after she got a call for a job in Dallas. She took the job and had to move herself and her 2 kids across the country, my brother, Liam and I plus our dogs Jade and Bug... but we do live in this nice big house...I walked upstairs to my room and sat on my bed and looked around.
This big window will probably annoy me in the morning. It doesn't even have curtains and doesn't even have a good view it looks right into my neighbors backyard. I saw a play set and some soccer goals so I'm guessing they have kids. I'm hoping there's someone my age.
It was a long drive and I decided to take a nap. I was woken up by my mom yelling my name. I got up and walked downstairs.
"What mom" I turned the corner and saw a whole bunch of boxes of cookies. "Uh made enough cookies did yeah?"
"Shut up. I need you to bring these cookies to the neighbors right over there" she said pointing to the house with the play set. "Please"
"Why can't Liam!?" I whined
"He brought some to the house on the other side... please Brooke"I grunted and grabbed the box and walked next door. I knocked on the door and waited for a bit. I heard dogs barking and I smiled. Some lady answered the door and 2 dogs ran up to me. I bent down and pet them.
"Sorry sweetie"
I stood back up and smiled at her. "It's alright I have a couple dogs of my own.."
She smiled.
"I'm Brooke by the way. My family and I just moved in next door and my mom made you guys some cookies" I said handing her the box.
"Why isn't that sweet" a little girl then popped up behind her. "This is my daughter Reese"
I bent down so I was close to her height "I Reese I'm Brooke..." she did a little smile and I laughed. I stood back up. "If you need anyone to babysit I could do it"
"That would be wonderful" she smiled "I'm Myta Herron" I shook her hand. Then a boy who looked a little younger than me and about the same age as Liam came down the stairs.
"Ryan come here!" Myta yelled he care to the door and smiled. "This is my son Ryan" I shook his hand "I have a brother about your age"
"Finally someone my age in this neighborhood" he laughed and went to the kitchen.
"I have another son but he's kinda stubborn"
I laughed and looked at Reese who was still standing there.
"I'll be right back" she walked over to the stairs "Zach come here please" she yelled up.
I bent down and looked at Reese "how old are you Reese?"
"Six.." she smiled at me.
"I'm 16.."
"My brothers 16.."
I smiled and stood back up. I looked up and saw a boy come over to the door looking annoyed.
"This is my son Zach.." Myta said giving him a push. Zach looked up at me. I smiled.
"Hey I'm Brooke"
"Hey" He said with a smile. He then took his phone out of his pocket and left.
"Sorry about him"
"It's alright. I should probably get home anyways."
"Alright thank you for the cookies"
"No problem. Bye. Bye Reese."They said by and I walked back home. As I walked back I thought about Zach. He was pretty cute not gonna lie.
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I haven't had time to write Second Chances so please enjoy this till I have time🙏
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The Boy Next Door
Fanfiction16 year old, Brooke Pickhardt just moved to Dallas Texas. She had to leave all her friends and her school. As she moves in she starts to notice the boy next door. As she watches him play soccer in his backyard from her room she starts to develop fe...