This one is hopefully longer than the first part and more interesting. So I hope you enjoy it. <3
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Inside the house was just as beautiful as the outside. The whole place was spacious and so free to run around even if we move in all our stuff, there will still be enough space. And this house was way better when my parents were still together.
"Mom, this house is epic," Travis walked over to the couch, falling right on it. "It's so much better than before." He kicked off his shoes, leaving his smelly socks fill the fresh air.
I flinched as the stench went into my nostrils. "Ew, put on your shoes!"
"Why? Does it bother you?" he curled up a little smirk.
"Yes, it does."
"Then no," he shook his head cockily.
"I hate you so much," I gave him my 'death-glare' and walked over to my mom. "Mom," I groaned.
"What is it, sweetie?" she looked up at me, lifting her eyes for a few seconds from some paperwork.
"I need something to do, anything just to get away from Travis's sock stench," I crinkled my nose somehow thinking it will help from not smelling the stink.
"Um," she let out a breath, thinking. "Could you put some boxes that say 'garage' in the garage?"
"I'd love to," I nodded and walked away from her. "I hate you," I said as I walked passed Travis, pushing him onto the floor.
"Brooke!" I heard him screech, but I was already gone before I could see his angered expression.
I strolled over to the car seeing a bunch of cardboard boxes cluttered in the trunk. Living room, scrapbooks, Travis's stuff, Brooke's stuff, aha, garage. The box was pretty huge, I'm surprised I couldn't spot it right away, but it looked too heavy for me to carry.
I pushed the other boxes away, leaving the 'garage' box all open for me to carry. I wrapped my arms around the massive box, gripping it tight. I managed to lift it up, but as soon as I headed my way to the garage, I almost lost all of my balance, until I felt a slight pressure behind my back, pushing my back up. "Mom, thank you so much," I placed the heavy box on the ground, turning around to hug her. "Wait you're not my mom."
It was a boy who looked about the same age as me, maybe one or two years older. He had a nice mixture of dirty blonde and light brown for the color of his wavy hair that looked like Zac Efron's hair when he did the third movie of 'High School Musical'. His eyes were bright blue that would sparkle in the sunlight and he had cute little freckles that were on his nose.
"I'm Lucas Hemming," his voice was smooth and very attractive. "I was on my way to the park, but I saw you with that huge box that was almost going to squish you."
I just stood there, staring at his stunning looks, not saying a word.
"Uh . . ."
"Oh," I blushed completely red, my cheeks feeling hot. "I'm sorry. I'm Brooke Phillips."
He let out a cute chuckle and nodded. "It's fine . . . hmm, I see you just moved in?"
I tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear and nodded shyly. "Yeah, we moved in this morning."
"Oh that's really cool," he replied. "What school are you going to?"
"Seaview High School," I replied with a smile.
"That's great! I go to that school, maybe I can show you around?" he offered with a smile that was really irresistible.
Say yes, say yes! He's totally cute and I probably won't meet another guy like him . . . so say yes. "Yeah, sure."
"Awesome. I guess I'll see you then, nice to meet you Brooke," Lucas winked and turned away.
"He is so cute," I sighed dreamily and turned back to the box that was still lying there. "Oh damn."
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