My Possessive Neighbor

Chapter 1 - Car Shopping

Chapter 1 - Car Shopping

"I don't, I dont, don't know what it is! But I need that one thing and you've got that one thing!" I scream at the top of my lungs.

I am currently making breakfast for my father and I. I can scream all I want because my father is an extremely heavy sleeper. You have to hit him to get him up, you can't talk or yell or whatever you have in mind. My father might be a heavy sleeper, but he does wake up early. He's an early riser and I guess I get that from him.

"Stella." I hear an annoyed voice suddenly grumble. I turn and see my father groaning at my choice of music. "Turn off this shit music." he grumbles.

I gasp. "Shut up Dad!" I exclaim. He chuckles. I scowl. "You obviously don't know quality music when you hear it." I grumble.

He rolls his eyes. "Your insane."

I smile proudly and puff out my chest. "I'm not insane. I'm a Directioner." I state.

He laughs loudly. "Yeah. Your insane." he confirms.

I roll my eyes. "Whatever daddy." I say simply. "You want breakfast?" I ask beaming at him.

He nods. "Yes baby."

I grin. "You have dishes." I say quickly before he can figure out what I'm grinning about.

He groans. "Why Stella?" he groans out as if I was torturing him miserably.

I chuckle. "Don't be so dramatic." I say with the wave of my hand. "Oh and we're going to look for a car together today." I say simply as I set a plate full of breakfast in front of him.

"Whatever." he mumbles with a mouth full of food.

I grin and skip my way towards the shower. "Take a shower when your done with the dishes!" I scream to my dad.

I take my shower with my blueberry scented body wash.

Mmmm... this smells so good.

I brush my teeth while I was in there and didn't wash my hair because I didn't feel like doing anything to it. Instead, I covered it with a shower cap.

When I got out, I brushed my hair while humming One Direction songs. I got dressed after that. Nothing special. I put on jeggings with a t-shirt that read 'Eat.Sleep.Read.Repeat.'. I threw on random sneakers and headed out to my living room.

"Go take a shower." I say to my dad as I see him sit on my couch watching television.
He grumbles stuff under his breath about having a 'bossy daughter'. I roll my eyes.

He means awesome daughter. Obviously because there is no other possible explanation for what he said.

I sit on the couch and see what my father was watching. I chuckle when I see what he was watching. The Notebook. Every time I forced him to watch it with me he would complain the whole time about how it 'sucks monkey ass'. Now look at him.

When my father walks out, ready to leave, I immediately decide to tease him.

"The Notebook, huh?" I ask wagging my eyebrows.

He stares at me for a second in confusion before realization strikes across his face. I chuckle.

He face palmed. "There was nothing else on." he grumbled.

I snorted. "Yeah right, dumby." I say in disbelief. "It's okay daddy, I know you can't resist watching such a heartfelt romance. I know." I say feigning sympathy and I pat his back gently.

This idiot actually plays along. He begins to sniffle and wipe at imaginary tears under his eyes. "I know. I know. I'm happy my favorite daughter understands me." he said, feigning sorrow.