Paradise - book 1

Chapter 1

I walked out of my house to see a large white van with the words "international moves" written on it in big black letters shortly after that a black taxi turned up and a tall man with dirty blonde hair stepped out,  I tried to hide the fact that I was staring at him but then I looked up to see him staring at me. For a moment our eyes met, I looked directly into his deep ocean blue eyes and began to blush. I zoned out for a short second and before I know it he is standing right in front of me.
"Hey, my names George, what's yours?"
"I'm Sophia" I replied nervously
" that's my ex's name" he said with a giggle.
I looked up at him to see him smiling down at me I thought nothing other then to smile back.
"So where have you moved from?"
I asked him.
"Bristol" he replied confidently.
At this point I felt really bad that I was talking to him when he has boxes to move into his new house.
"Im sorry to be keeping you, you look to have loads of boxes to move, would u like help?".
" I'm sure I'll be just fine" he said with a smile. "Thanks for the offer anyway".
He walked into his house with an armful of boxes and I walked into mine with a huge smile on my face.

Later that night I decided to go to my favourite pub, after 10 short minutes I arrive to see someone here who I thought I wouldn't see.
"Oh hello, you again?" I asked whilst sitting my self down next to him
" ah didn't expect to see you here"
" I'm here every Friday night" I explained. "it's my favourite pub"
We sat in an awkward silence until he pulled out his phone and noticed his lock screen.
"Aw who are they" I asked very curiously.
Pointing to the girl on the screen he said: "that's my older sister jess". Then he moved his finger along to the boy and said: "that's my younger brother Ethan".
"Aw that's sweet, it's nice to see how most family get along so good"
"What makes you say that?" He asked In a sympathetic voice.
" I run away from my family around 2 years ago". I said trying not to tear up
"I couldn't deal with my family home so I came here to have a positive life in London". At this point I began to cry a little.
George lifts one arm up and pulls me in for a hug.
" everything will be okay, I promise".
"Thank you so much" I whispered whilst drying my eyes.
For the rest of that night me and George were talking so much we didn't realise what the time was.
"Ive got to go now" I stated.
" wait a minute!" He quickly grabs his coat and pays for our drinks. " I'll walk with you".
He takes me right up to my door and says goodbye and good night in a very drunk voice. I stood there by my door and watched him fiddle around with his keys and waited for him to go in his house.
I go in and i chuck myself down on my sofa and whisper to myself "damn he's cute" before slowly falling asleep.

At about 12pm the next day I hear a loud knock on my door, I open it to see George's beautiful blue eyes staring at me
"Sorry if I bothered u" he giggled
" you haven't bothered me at all" I respond with an awkward smile " want to come in for a cup of tea?" I asked politely.
"Sure"
So here we are again sitting next to each other, it's not long before he asks me a question to break the awkward silence that was occurring already.
"So... eh I never got to get your number last night" he explains awkwardly.
"Oh yeah" I nervously pulled out my phone to show him my number.
He stays at mine for another hour before he explains that he has to go. every time he explains that he has to go I feel my heart drop with sadness.
I cook myself some dinner and go upstairs to quickly fall asleep.

The next morning I wake up to see no more than 5 messages on my phone there all from George. I jump out of bed with excitement, ready to start what should be a great day...