Neighbours [Kaylor]

1. Helping The Neighbour

Friday

"Here are the keys to your new house miss Kloss" says the real estate agent handing the keys over to Karlie Kloss, whilst gesturing towards the beautiful, sleek and modern 3-bedroom house that had just been purchased.

The sun was shining over the front of the house causing sunlight to pierce the huge windows that laced the whole place, creating a heaven.

"Thank you very much" Karlie responds, grabbing the keys out of her hands. The door however was already open.

"Remember, there are 2 spare keys on your bedside table in the master bedroom in case you need them" the real estate agent states with a wink. Clearly implying someone might swoop Karlie off her feet enough for her to give them a key to her house.

Pfffft. The last thing Karlie needs right now was a serious relationship.

A car was now rolling down the road leaving Karlie with her pondering thoughts and her new Beverly Hills home.

As she steps inside she gasps at how beautiful it all is. She loves the modernity of it yet the feeling of warmth. Karlie had been extremely busy back in New York where she used to work. It was a hectic job and she didn't have time to furnish her own house, so she paid someone else to do it for her. At first, she was skeptical because she was going to be living here for many years to come and thought it a bit weird to have a stranger decorate your house, but she LOVED it.

Karlie wondered up the stairs groggily after such a tiring flight and day trying to make sure all her valuables were being transported here so she could fill her cabinets with them.

Straight ahead she saw the master bedroom. It was furnished with a wooden oak bed with white and grey bed covers.

Fancy she thought.

A fire was lit in the fireplace and Karlie found her way into the adjoining bathroom. There was a simple white bathtub in the middle of the room with a big shower against the wall - it even had glass walls. Karlie had only been used to a shower curtain.

As she looked around the room her eyes fell on a body length mirror in which she stared at her reflection. Her blonde hair was starting to creep back into her natural brown hair and there were heavy bags below her mysterious green eyes that shone against the light.

She slowly took big strides back to the bedroom before giving into the jet lag and stripping down to her underwear and jumped under the silk covers of the comforting bed.

It was currently Friday afternoon and she started work on Monday morning so she these few days to get her house into order. Her items from New York were due to arrive later today.

However, Karlie was more tired than she thought, and instead of the quick nap she thought she took, she woke up to birds chirping through the flawless clear window that was showing Karlie the amazing sunrise. It was the next morning.

Saturday

"Shit!" Exclaimed Karlie loudly knowing that she missed her delivery last night.

She raced to her front door and there was a letter posted through the door telling her that her parcel had been delivered to the house next door to hers. Number 13. (She, herself, lived at number 12).

Mostly naked still, Karlie moodily stomped back up the stairs in a bitter mood because she allowed herself to fall asleep for so long. She threw a casual plain white t shirt on accompanied by a white lace bra and a pair of Nike shorts.

The tall blonde girl was about to go next door and get her deliveries but realised it was only 7:30 am and her neighbours may not be awake yet. She sighed to herself.