I Live Next Door to One Direction

Chapter 2 - Who Moved in Next Door?

“SCARLETT JANE SPENCER, WHERE ARE YOU?!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.

Silence. Okay, so this is how we’re going to play huh Scar.

Scarlett’s P.O.V

Was it really them? I freaked out and ran inside so fast; I think I might have been seeing things. I really hope it was them. I wonder if they will come over and say hi? I saw them and then I panicked. I threw my cereal bowl and then I ran inside so fast Angie’s probably pissed off now. What happened out there after I came inside?

 I had so many questions running through my mind it was crazy. I was giving myself a headache.

I’m now hiding in the upstairs hall closet.

All of a sudden I hear “SCARLETT JANE SPENCER, WHERE ARE YOU?!

Oh shit. I’m never going to get out of this. Once Angela finds me I’m dead. I hear footsteps getting closer, and closer, and louder, and louder. Someone grabs the door handle and it turns and opens. There in the doorway stands an angry, red faced, tear stricken Angela.

Angela’s P.O.V

I’m so embarrassed. I can’t believe she would do something like that to me. They were new in town, they didn’t know who I was so they might have talked to me, now I’ll just be the freak that they live next door to and, they will never want to talk to me.

 By now I’m crying while searching the house from top to bottom. She’s not in the basement, or on the first floor or upstairs. So I look in the last possible place she could be which is in the upstairs hall closet. I stomp up to the closet tears already running down my face. I grab the handle and pull open the door, to face Scar curled up in a ball in the corner of the closet.

“Scar why did you freak out? How could you do that to me? You left and they laughed; now they will never talk to me, or want to be around me.” I screamed at her, while tears were streaming down my face even harder.

I left her with that. I turned around and ran into my bedroom. Sitting down on the bed I looked out of my bedroom window. The mysterious people that just showed up next door are walking back and forth carrying boxes from the moving van into the house. Great now that they live here I can’t go and show my face around them. What am I going to do now?

Scarlett’s P.O.V

I get out of the closet and walk into Angela’s room.

“Angie are you ok?”

“No Scar I’m not ok. Why did you act like that? You embarrassed me in front of people I don’t even know.” Angie screamed at me.

“I’m sorry Angie, but do you really not realize who is next door?”

“No Scar, I don’t know nor do I care to know. Just to make you happy though I’ll ask who is living next door to me?” she asked sarcastically.

“Angie its ONE DIRECTION!”

Angie’s P.O.V

One Direction? They sound familiar why don’t I know them or feel like I like them?

“One who?” I ask Scar.

“One Direction Angie. The British/Irish boy band that’s taking over the world. My all-time favorite band!” Scar screamed.

“That’s why they sound familiar!” I screamed.

“I know can you believe it Angie?”

“Not really. In case you forgot they’re your favorite band, not mine. I can’t stand them.”

“Why Angie, what did they ever do to you?” Scar asked while practically jumping on top of me.

“I don’t know. They just seem to full of themselves and crazy. I can’t deal with that.” I told her.

“Whatever Angie, your wrong about them but if you meet them you better introduce me to them.”

“Fine, as long as you don’t freak out.” I said while laughing.

“Ok it’s a deal then Angie. I have to get home. I’ll see you tomorrow when I come for you to dye my hair.”

“Ok bye Scar.”

“Bye.”

With that said Scar walked, no more like danced out of my room, leaving me all alone. I put on a pair of sweat pants, my neon yellow/green ‘girls do it better’ tank top and a pair of black and pink sneakers. I put my hair up in a messy bun and grabbed my iPhone, then went down stairs. I wrote a note to my mom telling her I went running, put it on the kitchen counter I grabbed the house key, put it in my pocket and headed towards the door.

I stepped outside and was hit by the hot summer air. I decided to start my run by passing by my new neighbor’s house. I walked down the path and then started my run.

“Whoa” someone shouted.

“Damn” came from someone else. I didn’t look to see who it was because I knew it was one of the boys who moved in next door. I just smiled and kept running, because I really didn’t care about them and I wasn’t interested in what they had to say to me either.

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