Neighbours with the bad boy

Moving in

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Hello wattpad! This is my first story and I really hope you like it! As this is my first story I really don't mind if there are any twists you want me to add to my story or ideas you could give me but all I'm saying is please don't hate me haha, any hurtful comments will be removed! Enjoy!!!

The trees in the woods shot past me in a big, green blur as I looked out of the window. My iPod blasted in my ears on shuffle as I let out a heavy sigh. There was a gentle poke in the side of my thigh as I turned around to see my little brother, Joseph staring up at me from his booster seat right next to me in the backseat of my dad's silver BMW.

"Sup little man" I asked him ruffling his hair a little.

"Nothing much, I wanted to make you smile because you looked sad and we don't like it when she's sad do we George?" He said referring to his stuffed giraffe toy. He looked up at me with his big brown eyes, flashing me his toothy grin and my heart melted instantly. How could anyone get this adorable!

"Well don't worry about me buddy, I'm fine. Anyway, how could I be upset when I've got you and George to keep me company?" I asked him flashing him a playful smile and not forgetting to involve George in the chat incase he felt left out.

"Oh, but aren't you sad we have to move again?" He asked me with curiosity etched onto every detail of his small round face while he raised one eyebrow.

"Just a little, but you're here so that makes it better" I responded with a sad smile whilst he smiled at me and proceeded to play with his stuffed toy. This is the third time we've moved because of my dad's job. Don't get me wrong, I am great full that my dad has a job that means we can afford the better things in life like a nice house or a car but it's difficult when I'm in my senior year and I have to settle back into a new school with new classes and new people all over again. The last place we stayed at I actually stayed there long enough to make a few friends who I really liked. Then I was told we had to move again so I had to say goodbye. I hate goodbyes.

After another three hours of driving we finally made it to the new house. I know I wasn't that excited about coming here, but the house was beautiful. It had a driveway with a small front garden which had flowers and bushes growing around a small curved path. It wasn't huge like a mansion but it was still a fairly decent size. As you stepped onto the porch and made your way through a brown, oak door, you were greeted by two open doorways, one leading into a large living room with wooden floors and one leading to a dining room and a set of stairs. The dining room and living room both had shiny wooden floors and bay windows with little window seats with lots of scatter cushions on them.

They were already furnished and the living room had a plasma T.V, an 'L' shaped couch with a fire place and a book shelf with lots of books on it. The dining room had a big wooden dining table and another bookshelf. My eyes fell on what I was looking for. I ran my fingers along the top of the white, glossy surface and my fingers came in contact with the keys of my brothers piano. I looked around and seeing as there was no one around because they were still unloading the car I decided to have a little play. My brother taught me a song he wrote when I was 13 and it's stuck with me ever since, I don't need any sheets to read from because I have played it that many times that I know the song off by heart.

As I effortlessly played the melody I closed my eyes and thought back to the memories I shared with my older brother Steven. Steven was 19 when he was killed in a car crash. He was driving home from a party one night with a couple of his friends and a truck swerved off the road and crashed straight into them. Out of the four people in the car two people died, Steven and his girlfriend Ashley. The others were injured but were fine in a few weeks. I can remember Steven leaving in the evening to go to the party telling me about how he was going to teach me another one of his songs in the morning. I can remember the policeman knocking on the door to tell us about the crash. I can remember my mom falling to the floor heartbroken, crying out for her little boy as my dad clung to her letting the tears fall. I can remember his funeral and how everyone was coming up to me and sending me their condolences. I can remember the looks I got from people when I went back to school and how they only recognised me, not as Poppy, your average teenage girl, but as Poppy, the girl who's brother was killed in that crash. I can remember everything and anything that happened around the incident.