The New Neighbors

Chapter 1: Music Quiz

Chapter 1:

 

Charolette Summers’ POV

“Honey! Charolette dear! Come down stairs I need to tell you something!” I heard my mom yelling across the house. She was downstairs in the kitchen cooking some kind of yummy treat no doubt. That’s my mom’s thing to do at home. She almost never watches t.v., or go out. NEVER!!! She just bakes when she isn’t home. It can be great, I mean tasty treats all of the time, but sometimes she can get on my nerves being home all of the time. I went downstairs and when I walked in I knew something big was happening. She had made a plate filled with cookies, brownies, and cupcakes.

 

“Mom, why did you so much?” I was a little bit worried when mom didn’t answer but instead just pointed to the house that used to belong to an old couple but was finally sold to another family. Speaking of this family there was a car in the driveway with lots of boxes. Then I caught sight of the boy who looked around the same age as I am walking out of the house to get more boxes. Saying he was handsome is SUCH an understatement. He was flawless and wore a white v-neck shirt that showed off his muscles that made him look so much more attractive. he had dark jeans on with Nikes and a simple black zip up that was not zipped.

 

“CHAROLETTE!” My mom shouted my name which snapped me out of my trance. What just happened? “Hmm, if I didn’t know any better then I would think that you think he is cute.” That made my cheeks go red. I don’t like boys. Not after Trent anyways.

 

“Well, that is where you are wrong mom. I don’t think he is cute,” That was when I saw the adorable little girl trying to carry a box inside. She couldn’t have been older than 2 maybe 3. I then got an idea. “It’s her who I think is cute.” when I said “her” I pointed to the little girl.

 

“Okay whatever you say dear. Anyways moving on from the cute boy who lives next to us,” Mom took a pause there waiting for me to say something. Instead of saying anything I shot her a look, she got the hint and started to move on from that topic. “tomorrow you, Patrick, and I are going to bring this plate over so be ready and where a cute sundress or something.” she explained. I was still a bit confused.

 

“Wait why don’t we just bring it over tonight?” It’s not like I wanted to do this so the sooner it’s over the better. “Why, do you want to go over so soon? Do you want to see that boy up close and start a conversation with him? I bet that’s it, isn’t it?” UGH! My mom can be so annoying sometimes and she really isn’t helping the fact that I do think he is flawless.

 

“UGH, EW, GROSS NO! Mom how could you think that? I just want to get this over with. I don’t like meeting new people and you know it. The sooner we start it the sooner it’s over. Okay?!?!” I am so fed up with this already. I always wanted to be able have this kind of conversation with my mom and now I know that I really don’t.

 

“Okay if you say so.” Mom sing-songed as I ran upstairs to tell my little brother, Patrick. I am nervous about tomorrow but I refuse to admit it...to anyone!

 

Ryder’s POV

“We’re here!!!” My mom and little sister, Morgan, squealed with excitement. I am not all that excited that we moved back here. I mean yeah it’s gonna be AMAZING to be able to go back to schools with my mates but other than that it just brings up bad memories for me that I do not need  or want to think about. While pushing those feelings aside I head out of the car to start and unload all of the boxes from my mom’s car. As I turn around I see a girl running from one place it looked like to go to the kitchen. The only reason I know this is because there is a pretty big window that shows a kitchen. She ran right into the kitchen and with the way that my mom parked in the driveway I could get a perfect view of her while I looked in each and every freakin box to see what was in there just so that I could look at her and take in her flawlessness. Wait. I barely know this girl and this is not the Ryder Black that everyone knows and loves. Who I am right now is not right. The real Ryder would hook up with one girl one night and by the next night have a different girl. Shaking my head from these thoughts I grab the boxes that have my stuff in it and head up to pick which room I want to be mine.