Don't you just love Monday mornings? Well, I don't. I haven't got the capability to pull myself out of bed each and every morning. You could say I was lazy, but I'm just not a morning person. I'm pretty damn active, so I wouldn't call myself lazy. My family, on the other hand, would call me a lazy person, but who's family wouldn't?
I thudded down the stairs, surprisingly, not waking anyone up. I went to the kitchen and roamed through the cupboards to find something to eat. I placed my plate down on the counter before propping myself up on one of the bar swivel stalls. We had a pretty decent house, if I do say so myself, but people always seem to say it's not good enough. Screw them, to be honest. I'm not exactly the most popular, I know that, but I'm not exactly the least popular. It's because of the way I dress, act and my interests that cause them to pick on me. What? So a girl of the age 17 (going on 18) can't even listen to a bit of Blink?
Phoebe: Hey, waiting outside your house, come get the door. Xx
Phoebe is (and always has been) my best friend since birth. We were (and still are) neighbours and our parents got along, so I guess we did also. We did pretty much everything together, we were each other's wing-girls. I made my way towards the door and opened it to reveal her stood in her onesie.
"I overheard my mums conversation last night, some new family is moving in this afternoon," she squealed. She was getting overly excited, so I invited her in to save her from embarrassing herself in front of our other neighbours.
"So?" I asked, confused about what Phoebe was getting all excited about. We were sat on the couches in my lounge at this point, she pulled a pillow to her chest and chewed on the corner to avoid her from getting even more wound up about the new family moving in.
"They're moving in opposite from you," I waved for her to continue, "apparently they have a smoking hot son, from what my mum described to me," she laughed. She put the pillow down and smiled.
"Wait until he gets to our school, Veronica will be all over him and we'll have no chance with him," I stated, it was true. Veronica was a slut, I hate to admit it, but she was. She's 16 and she's already slept with most of the boys in our class.
"That's what you think, this boy needs to be Veronica-free," she joked, "Please tell me that you're gonna fake ill today, I already have," she lowered her voice. I nodded and tried to come up with an excuse to tell me parents, so I could be off today. "Good, good, I want to meet this boy as soon as, way before Veronislut gets to him," I nodded in agreement with her.
I walked up to my parents room and held my hand to my head. Making sure I was boiling up before I went in, I sat down on the edge of their bed. "I don't feel to good," my mum sat up and felt my forehead.
"You're burning up, go get some medicine, you'll have to be on your own all day though, we have work," my mum said, her hand remaining on my face, looking at me sympathetically.
"I could always ask Phoebe's mum if she can look after me," I suggested, my mum nodded, before replying and lying back down beside my dad.
"If that's okay with her, then yes, that would be helpful," I wandered back down, giving Phoebe a thumbs up before going and washing a perfectly clean spoon, pretending I'd taken medicine. Phoebe's mum had already thought I was off ill, so I would stay round hers all day, making my Monday better than it could have been.
(2:30pm)
Phoebe and I were sat on her bed, watching a film when her mum shouted for her. We both went and sat at the top if the stairs, noticing her mum had wandered out to the front garden and had begun to make conversation with a lady holding a cardboard box. She wasn't much taller than Phoebe's mum, maybe the same height. We walked down the stairs, the both of us in suitable clothing rather than pyjamas, and towards our new neighbours. It took about 10 minutes before a tall blonde boy walked out, grabbing another box from the van and placing it on the stairs. He then stood at the side of his mum, towering over each and every one of us. He wore a SnapBack backwards, a few strands poking out at the front, a red flannel(the sleeves rolled up) and a plain black shirt underneath it, black skinny jeans and vans completing his look. I'll give it to him, it was cold but I wouldn't say it was cold enough for double layers, although, I couldn't talk since I was wearing a hoodie over a black shirt.
"Mum, that's the last of the boxes," Australian. Nobody told me he was Australian! He stood awkwardly at the side of her, looking at Phoebe's mum who was talking. Every now and then, I would switch my attention to him, but very subtly.
"This is Liz, the woman of the house," I could see how embarrassed Phoebe looked right now, she looked over at me and cringed. "They've moved from Sydney, Luke's going to your school, same age as you girlies."
"Mum," Phoebe groaned at the sound of what her mum nicknamed us as. I just laughed, causing Luke to look at me then back at Phoebe's mum. "We can talk, you know," I made an awkward smile, knowing that Phoebe will have an argument with her mum when we get back inside her house about it all.
"Go on then," was all her mum said and she flushed bright red, not uttering a single word. "Didn't think so," Phoebe grabbed my arm and pulled me back inside her house.
"Oh my god, he's so hot and I made myself look like a dumbass," she panicked. She looked clammy, which was funny yet gross at the same time.
"I know, I just stare at him and laughed like a lunatic," I placed my palm on my forehead and groaned, knowing how she felt. He was hot, I couldn't deny it, but we both knew we couldn't do anything. "Veronica is one hundred percent going to dibs him, I just want to talk to him first," Phoebe agreed with me.
"Then we should, just try and have subtle conversation with him, warn him about Veronica," she suggested. It sounded like a good idea, minus the warning part.
"We can't warn him about Veronica, we'll sound like utter bit-"
"I've invited the Hemmings round for dinner tonight, is that alright?" Phoebe's mum shouted, even though we were only sat on the 7th step of the staircase. "Alex, you're welcome to stay round tonight, if you want to," I frantically nodded.
"Now's out chance to talk with him," Phoebe said, a huge smile growing upon her face.
"Yeah, although, we need to think about the whole 'warning' thing, it might come across a bit obsessive if we don't explain it right," Phoebe agreed with me, it was settled, we were going to finally try and get the hot guy to not sleep with the school slut.
