Chapter One – Not So Mysterious Stranger:
Being woken up by the irritating sound of men shouting and doors slamming on cars just outside your bedroom window, is never a good way to start your day. In fact, the only thing I could think of as being worse was not waking up to the smell of freshly cooked bacon radiating up the stairs… Wait, where was the smell of bacon flooding my nostrils? Usually by this point on a Saturday morning, Mum was already shouting at the top of her lungs, like life itself depended on it telling me to get out of bed because breakfast was ready; despite the fact that I could really do with my beauty sleep, after all I am a growing girl.
She seemed set on always waking me early on a weekend, despite the fact that there was no rational reason for it. I mean, if I want to stay in bed all day, why shouldn’t I be allowed to? But nope, instead of allowing me to bask in the warmth of my comfy bed, mum had made it a ritual to wake me at times no teenager should ever have to witness; namely those before midday.
Apparently, like my mother, the mayhem making men outside didn’t see the importance in allowing me to dream of a life that would never be with this week’s teen heart-throb, instead they were more concerned about ‘the fine china’. Personally, I was glad to hear a sudden smash coming from outside as I rolled over to see just what ungodly hour it was; you know what they say about karma.
Sighing as I dragged myself out of bed, I had given in to the fact I wasn’t going to be getting back to sleep anytime soon; great, just what I needed. I decided to draw back the curtains and investigate what was occurring outside my window which may well have been the worst decision ever. As I swiped the pale purple curtains back, I was blinded by the sudden ray of sunlight which had taken that exact moment to propel itself through my window and into my eyes. Could this day get any worse?
Gazing outside, I was able to pick out the figures of two women talking in front of a large moving van which had situated itself outside of the white fenced house next door; new neighbours I guess. One of the two talkative women was clearly my mother, no doubt plaguing the lady to find out any gossip she could, that would be typical. The other female was a tall, slender woman with a perfect bob of blonde hair perched atop her head, even from this distance, she looked stunning. She certainly had my mother’s attention which was enough for me, and so I decided to go and investigate the new neighbours.
Pulling on my long hot pink dressing gown over my pyjamas, I gazed in the mirror, sleep deprivation was all too clearly displayed in my squinting brown eyes as I attempted to fix my blob of auburn curls into something which looked at least half human rather than like the mane of a lion. Admitting defeat and reasoning with myself that the neighbours will have to get used to seeing me look a mess anyway, I was ready to discover who my new neighbours were and what possessed them to ever want to move in at a time when some of us were still trying to catch some zees. I mean, I wasn’t angry, ok, maybe a little, I hadn’t got my bacon and was woken early - never a good combination, but I was willing to give them a chance.
Climbing over the mountain of laundry piled in front of my bedroom door, I began my accent of the wooden staircase. I found myself praying for certain criteria in my new neighbours that, as a teenage girl, seems rather essential if we were going to have a happy relationship. First off, no babies or small whinny children; one three year old brother who loved getting his way was enough for me, I couldn’t cope if I knew I had to listen to the same amount of crying boom through the wall every night as what he produces. No, babies were not a positive. Secondly and perhaps even more importantly than the baby rule, isn’t so much a rule as it is a wish, a hot teen son. Now that would be perfect, well perfect if for some unlikely reason he found me attractive as well.
Truth of the matter is, even if they had a hot son, he would never look at a girl like me with any more interest than the rest of the student body already had. See thing is, the only guy who has ever shown any interest in me was resident stalker and total creep Neil Power, even then that was probably only because I had a pulse. Beyond that, I had never much luck or even interest in boys, and to say the crude dates mom arranged with her work colleagues children were ridiculous would be an understatement. Instead, I was happy living in my fantasy world of being locked on the arm of Harry Styles rather than focusing on actual boys, it was easier that way. That’s not to say I was ugly, although admittedly, right now I wasn’t doing my self any favours looking like The Pink Panther on a bad hair day, I simply had never found the right guy.
Stepping out into the gleam of the early morning sun, my gaze floated around in a semi-circle as I looked from the delivery van to where my mother and her new best friend where standing looking in my direction and examining me up and down with their eyes. As I made my way reluctantly towards the two, I heard the blonde lady remark at how grown up I had gotten. Did I know who she was?
“Samantha…” My Mother greets me as a slight frown forms on her face as she realises that I had put in substantially less effort in my appearance for meeting the neighbours than she had, “This is Emily” my mother told me smiling. She always looking pristine in her appearance without even an eyelash out of place, lucky for some I guess.
Emily? The name didn’t ring any bells in my mind, but those beautiful blue eyes of hers were definitely ones I had seen before, but where? I couldn’t quite put my finger on it.
“Nice to meet you” I addressed Emily shyly as I shifted on my feet attempting to cover myself up with my pink dressing gown, in an attempt to vanish into thin air. It didn’t work. Instead I found my face subject to the gentle gaze of this lady’s eyes as she examined my face while I, more than likely, mirrored her actions attempting to recall the face in front of me. How did I know her?
“Good to meet you again Samantha, it must have been at least four years since I last seen you, and my you have grown into a beautiful young woman” She told me, causing my cheeks to heat up and turn a no doubt crimson red against my natural pale skin. This stranger had just called me beautiful looking like this? The stress of moving must have gone to her head.
“I hope we can all catch up sometime” my mother tells her, adamant that I will be spending more time with this mysterious woman who apparently knows everything about me. How exciting. On the upside, there doesn’t appear to be any crying children which is always a bonus.
But yet I couldn’t work out who this lady was, that is until I spotted him.Authors note: Thanks for reading my new story 'Best Friends Forever?', be sure to comment, vote and follow for future updates. If you liked this, you may also like my other book Bromance, so check it out! Thanks - Jdot95
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