Crush On The neighbor

"Amberr? Hello? AMBER?"

"What? Huh? What were we talking about again?" I replied to my friend Madi who was sitting across the table at our favorite cafe with her boyfriend whose name I cant even bother to remember

"We were talking about tonight. Kareoke? At ginos, you in?"

"Definitly arent I always?" I replied hastely. We have been doing kareoke at Ginos every saturday night since we met a month ago. It sorta became a tradition. Sometimes it was just us, other times it would be us and some friends.

I normally would be happy about it but today I had been zoning out on almost everything, for what reason? I honestly dont know. we sat there for about another 20 minutes talking about our softball game coming up. I knew I would be benched all game just like I always was, but it didnt really matter to me. I might suck at the.sport but I love it all the same.

Thinking back to practice, I was trying to come up with some lie to tell my mom about why I was so late getting home. I really didnt want to go home, you know that quote that says "home is where the heart is?" I completely disagree with tht quote. Yeah I love my family but god they just get on my nerves so much.

Just then I hear my phone ring. Its my mom, ofcourse. I say my goodbyes and tell everyone I will see them later tonight. When I get out of the cafe I hurridly grab my phone and answer it.

" Hello?" I say in a rather boring and irritated voice.

"Where are you?" Replies my mother. "Coach had us stay after a little longer to set up the feild and put away equipment for the game tomorrow." I answer, I hate lying to her but sometimes I just needed to get away everyone at our tiny 2 bedroom apartment. " Well hurry and get home, you have chores to do." She remarks. "Be there in 20" I say before ending the call with a hurry.

I pop in my headphones and turn on my very outdated Ipod touch, starting to go through the artists to see which one I want to listen to, and turn on some Bob Marley. His song "Red Red Wine" blares in my ears as I start the very boring walk home.

As I turn on my street, I avoid looking at people because I dont live in the best neighborhood. I walk up to my apartment to see my neighbor who happens to be one of my moms close friends leaning on the car, while someone thats covered in grease is under the car. I dont recognize him but then again we have only lived in these apartments for about a month and I never go outside unless nessesary.

" Hey Cynthia" I shout out as I walk up to my door. She replies a simple hello as I walk into my apartment. Im met with the sounds of my 2 almost ten year old twin brothers playing with their cars and such. I walk straight to my little shared room and drop my bag on my bed. As always it looks like a tornado tore through it, I guess thats what you get for sharing it with 3 other people.

I straightened it up a little, it wasnt helping much though. I realize my throat is dry so i walk out to the little kitchen to get some water. I see my brothers dad sitting on his lab top as always and I see my mom sitting on the little love seat watching the news like she is every day. I Grab my water and go to my room only to be called out about an hour later.

I walk out to the livingroom to see a greasy guy talking to my moms husband. While her ex husband just stays on his facebook games not even paying attention to whats going on in the room. I notice the guys about as tall as me with black hair and very nice shaped arms that look like they could just hold yuh forever he was shirtless so I could see his back muscles flex everytime he moved.. He had darker skin so either he was mexican or had a really great tan. I walk past them into the kitchen to where my mom was at. As I turn I catch his eye just for a second before looking away. I just wanted to drown in those eyes.

She had started talking to me about something but I wasnt really paying attention instead I was looking out the corner of my eye at this new mistery guy. The front of him was way more appealing then the back that was for sure. He had hazel eyes that were attractive and could just draw you in and you could sit there for hours just looking at them, his nose was perfect and fit him great, his lips were so soft looking I just wanted to kiss him. He had a tattoo across his chest that said Romero in elegant cursive. Two more on his arms I couldnt really see and one on his hand and another on his wrist. He had this bad boy look to him that.somehow didntpush me away like it did with everyother "badboy" who throws himself my way.

I know im not beautiful, I have a pointed nose and hazel eyes. My hair is straight but only when I straighten it, if I leave it unstraightened my hair is like a giant poof. I hardly wear makeup at all anymore.

At the moment I was just wearing my comfortable black sofees with my sliders underneath them from practice and a loose white v-neck shirt with my hair thrown up in a ponytail with a thin black headband to keep my bangs out of my face, and calf high nike socks. I then realized I looked like something from an 80s workout video minus all the bright colors.

I saw him looking at me as he raked his eyes from my head to my toes, you could tell he was trying to be sneaky but it didnt work but then quickly moved his eyes away when I looked in his direction. I was definitly checking him out and I knew he was checking me out too qhen I realize he problably realized I was checking him out too when I felt a smack on my arm.

" Ive been trying to tell you something for ten minutes Amber," said Kc. " Oh sorry I was thinking about hi-something, whats up?" I replied smoothly correcting my almost slip up on how id been checking the guy out. "This is Anthony, he is Cynthias oldest son." He had replied. Damn that.woman had made one hot looking.son.

"Hey" that was all tall, tan, and handsome had to say. He then excused himself and walked out with excuse if helping his mom with something.

Oh my god.. I am definitly hung on this bad boy... Oh my god this badboy is my neighbor!