He was tall, maybe 6,1, crystal blue eyes, he had a strong jaw, tan skin, on point eyes , and pursed lips, he wore Jordan's on his feet - plain white sexy Jordan's , black pants and a red tee, he had some muscles from where I was standing. God am I checking him out?
Like nice one Emily a strangers at your door and you're checking him out!!
Realising I am, my pale face turned crimson as he cleared his throat for what felt like a long time, god I hope he didn't catch me, smiling I looked at him straight in the eye
"Uhm hi" I said my mouth feeling tied
"Hi I'm Andre Johnson, your neighbour to the right, the green house next door" he said bringing his hand for me to shake.
Oh god his voice was to die for.
I shook his hand ignoring my screaming subconscious
"Oh I see I'm Emily, wanna come in?" I asked since it was the polite thing to do
"Sure, I brought these my mom baked them and asked me to bring them over as a welcome to the neighbourhood thing you know?" he said handing me a box of baked stuff
"Oh cool no problem" I said taking it and walking inside gesturing for him to follow me and led him to the living room
"Sit, I'll go put these away and I'm sure my mom would want to meet you" I said walking towards the huge-enough-to-be-a-hotel-kitchen-kitchen
"Who was that?" She asked
".. and what are you carrying?" She continued
"Oh yeah the neighbours son, his mom baked for us to welcome us here" I said opening the case in my hands drooling over the contents, quickly grabbing a plate I dished up enough to last me days and grabbed two juice boxes.
"What are you doing?" Mom asked
"The right thing" I shrugged
"Tell the boy I'm coming "
"OK mother" I said half shouting towards the living room
"Oh hey make yourself comfy, forgive my manners, I have a big brother but he doesn't stay with us" I said throwing one juice box at him
"And gosh your mother can bake!'' I exclaimed and he chuckled
"Thanks and its OK" but my mind was too busy registering the sexy chuckle.
I sat down next to him and scrolled through the channels
"So tell me about yourself" I heard his voice boom
"Uhm well I'm Emily Kirk, everyone has a nickname for me and I'm a weird child" I finished off with a shrug and a smirk
"And what about you?"
" I'm Andre Johnson, I can tell you're a weird child since you're wearing pajamas at this time and I like your hair" he smirked back
"Ouch! Stranger its all your fault you know" I pouted
"Ha ha ha and how is that so?"
"Firstly I just woke up from a jet leg sleep" I said
"Oh that explains it, I'm sorry"
yesss !! I said in head
"You're forg..."
"Hi young sir I'm sure you've met my daughter, I'm Mrs Kirk" my mom cut in walking in with a cherry smile and hugged him.
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Does Mr Right Exist
Teen FictionDo you like him? " "Does it matter? " I asked back "Yes it does " "Well sorry I don't think so " I started crying "Because you don't want to " she said "No because he has a girlfriend, because he's lying to me, because I don't have pussy to thro...
