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Chapter 2- "I like you" "You own Dangerous Things"
Recap;
“Hello, my name is Diana Summer’s. We’re new around here, and we’d just like to introduce ourselves as your new neighbours” The older lady smiled, holding out her free hand.
Well shit. And I bet I look like a delinquent right now with my fluoro green hair and nose ring. Heck, she probably thinks I'm going to eat her. Damn you Karma! If you were a person, I would be coming for you!
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Chapter 2- "I like you" "You own Dangerous Things"
So, after a moment of staring at the hot guy, and wondering what he would look like without a shirt on and if I should “accidently” spill water on him to test that theory, I finally realised I have been staring at him; just staring at him.
Bloody hell. Friday’s hate me.
“I’m sorry?” Diana asked, her face morphing into one of confusion.
“Did I say that out loud?” I asked, tilting my head to the side, before shaking my head and holding my hand out, a welcoming smile overcoming my face, “It’s awesome to meet you, I am Bailey. And my dork face of a brother- Dylan- is inside right now, probably drooling over porn and eating cardboard”
“Hey!” My brother yelled from the top of the stairs, “I would never!”
“I knew you were listening in on this! Be a man and confront your new neighbours!” I yelled back.
I heard my brother groan, before I heard his sluggish footsteps coming down the stairs. And at last, after an agonising minute of watching his slow entrance, my brother was beside me in the doorway, looking bored.
“Sup, I’m the dork face known as Dylan”
I slapped him over the back of the head.
“Ow! Okay, okay” Dylan winced, rubbing his head before offering our neighbours a friendly smile, “You’ll have to excuse my sister, not even the mental psych ward wanted her. She’s a little strange, in case you haven’t noticed the hair”
Shit. I forgot about that.
“Would you please give us a moment” I squealed loudly, before slamming the door in our neighbour’s faces, and slapping my hands on my cheeks.
“Oh my god!” I shrieked loudly, “I can’t believe you used your own prank against me! I can’t believe I forgot you dyed my hair green!” I gasped.
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