Mrs All American ❅ Luke Hemmings

Neighbours

Chapter 1 - Neighbours

My mother pulled up to our partially-new house, a bright smile on her face. "God, it's beautiful!" she marvelled, parking the car in the driveway.

"Mom, it's just a house." I rolled my eyes. "And besides, we've lived here before. It looks exactly the same as it did back then," I stated, getting out of the car.

For most of my (admittedly brief) life, I have lived in New York and thought I would live there forever, until a few months ago when my mother announced that we would be moving to Australia. I hated the idea of leaving everything I knew and loved but I also missed my brother like hell, so I obliged and here we are in Sydney.

I pulled out my duffelbag and suitcase from the trunk of the car. The house wasn't anything special but I had to admit, it really was nice. Ashton had changed most of the old furniture with newer, more modern things. After living in an apartment for about 17 years of my life, a house is definitely a huge change- along with moving to another country.

My eyes fell upon the house next to us and I caught the eye of a boy with blue eyes. He instantly looked away and ran into his house once I noticed him. A little puzzled as to why he ran off and heaving my duffel bag higher up my shoulder, I proceeded into my new home without another thought.

"Rose!" I was instantly tackled in a bear hug by my older brother, Ashton. He basically squeezed the life out of me.

"The ribs, the ribs! Ash, my ribs!" I yelped, half-joking. That boy was 6 feet, it was like being hugged- neigh, squished by a giant.

Ashton laughed this weird school girl laugh/giggle, which caused me to burst out laughing as well. "Sorry, Rose." He grinned.

"Oh my god, what happened to your laugh?" I raised my eyebrows, slapping him on the cheek lightly. I remember him having a bizzare and unique and wonderful laugh but I don't remember it sounding like a little girl's giggle.

Ash pouted. "What's wrong with my laugh?" He crossed his arms defensively.

"Nothing, nothing. Your laugh is perfect." I smiled sweetly. "For a school girl. Okay, bye." I sprinted up the wooden staircase before he could attack, and ran into the last room in the hall.

Oh, how I've missed teasing my older brother.

The room I wandered into was beautiful and I immediately called dibs on it. The walls were a beige colour and, near the floor, there were waves carved into the wood. There was a black and white desk sitting in between a white bookshelf and a black wardrobe. The bed was pushed in a corner on the left side of the room and there were a couple of purple beanbags near the window.

There was a picture of the Eiffel tower above the bed and that's when I realised, Ashton decorated this room. He knew I've always wanted to go to Paris. Much like every other white girl my age, I'm sure. Still, just because it was predictable, doesn't mean it made Paris any less interesting.

Leaving the bags on the floor, I walked straight up to the window and drew the curtains back. Apparently, my fantastic (please note my sarcasm) view was another window from the neighbour's house.

Through that window I saw a bedroom and a blonde boy laying on the floor with a black acoustic guitar in his hands. I opened my window and heard faint singing from inside his room. I carefully listened to his singing, even if the walls and space between us blocked out most of it.

I'm pretty sure he was singing 'Jersey' by Mayday Parade. I would recognise that tune anywhere since it was one of my favourite songs.

I rested my chin on my palm and my elbow on the window sill, closing my eyes as I listened to his voice.