Neighbors

Chapter 2

The shuttle bus stopped in front of my new house. And to be honest, I was kind of already in love with it. It was a light, blue color, with thin trim. There were were two floors and a two car garage. And the lawn. Oh. My. God. The lawn. Is it even possible for grass to be that green? And I thought lawn's were required to have at least one weed sprouting up from them every few feet. I climbed off the bus with my suitcase in hand and by backpack slung over one shoulder. I was highly tempted to ditch my luggage and roll around on the ground, but I wasn't too sure the neighbors would think very highly of me if they saw that.

The moving van was already parked in our driveway, so I didn't have much time to explore the new house. But I figured my parents wouldn't mind if I checked it out for a few minutes. I readjusted my hold on my bags and proceeded towards the front door. After putting in the pass code on the black box on the door handle, I grabbed the keys from it and unlocked the door. As soon as I stepped inside, my breath was taken away. Out of all the places that my family has moved to, this is by far the best.

The doorway lead to a hallway with stairs the left, and the entrance to the kitchen to the right. The floors were polished tile until you got to the end of the hallway, then it turned to carpet. I dropped my bags and walked down the hallway, running my fingers across the wall. When I got to the living room, my mind was blown. The carpet was a clean, off white color, and the walls were a dark tan. On the wall to the left, a huge flatscreen was mounted on the wall, and the wall directly if front of me was equipped with a minibar. Beside the minibar was a doorway that led to a back porch, but the outside exploration could wait until the house was completely discovered. I jogged back to the wall with the flatscreen and went down that hallway, there were three doors. I opened the first one and was met with a bathroom. Classy. I shut the door and moved on. The next one was the masterbedroom. I was impressed, but parents always have dibs on those. The third door was a dissapointment, just a storage closet.

I turned around and went back to the stairs that lead to the second floor. I completely ignored my bags that were left abandoned at the front door. Climbing the steps two at a time, I imagined how cool it actually might be to live in Australia. Having grown up in the northern United States, I was used to cold weather, but that was about to change.

There were four doors, I opened the closest one to me. It was an average size bedroom with neon green walls, and bright blue carpet. A little exotic but it was pretty cool. I opened the door right next to it and saw another bedroom, it was way less bright and a tad bit smaller, but it already had a bed in it. I backed out of it then went to the third door. A bathroom. But not just any bathroom. It was a godly bathroom. A shower, and Jacuzzi. A Jacuzzi. And it was attached to another room, so I figured I lucked out and got a master bedroom. Never was there a bigger understatement. Before me was a huge dark purple, room, with a windowseat, queen size bed, and a balcony. I opened the sliding door, and was met with the most amazing-

"Andy!" My Dad shouted from downstairs. "How many times do I have to tell you not to leave your crap all over the house before you finally listen? Too many times! Now get down here." I sighed then hurried down the stairs.

By the time I got to the front door, my Dad was already gone, but in his place was my Mom. "Hey honey, could you do me a favour before you head back upstairs?" I nodded. "Thank you. Go get the mail, there should be something in there for the old residents." I slipped on my flip flops and walked out to the end of the driveway.

I opened the door to the mailbox and looked inside. Nothing. I closed the door and huffed out a short breath. If this house has a messed up mail system like the last one, I'm going to kill myself. I thought harshly. Grumbling, I made my way over to the neighbors house.

 I knocked on their red door lightly three times, and stood patiently on their front porch. I was nervous. Talking to strangers: not my forte. I wanted nothing more than to unpack my dark blue blanket and curl up on my bed and sleep.

There were voices from behind the door, one male, and one female. They appeared to be having a debate of some sort. I suddenly felt like I was interrupting something, and felt as though I should leave. Or maybe that was just my inner wuss disguising itself as guilt. But either way I did not want to stay on their porch.

The door swung open, revealing an angry looking blonde guy. A hot angry looking blonde guy. His hair was styled up in a tousled fashion and his eyes were a deep blue color.... Bad Andy. Bad. Do not lose focus on the task at hand.

"How do you know where I live?" The boy demanded. "Who told you where to find me?" His deep voice was harsh in my ears, but I couldn't focus on anything except how much I liked it. God damn it Andy! This guy is being a demanding weirdo and you're focusing on how sexy his voice is? Bad girl.

"Excuse me?"

"Its one thing to mob me in public, but when you come to my house and disturb me..."

"What are you talking about?" Okay whacko neighbors, definetly not a plus in this move.

"I bet your just like all the others-"

"I just wanted to get my mail...."

"Get off my property!"

I nodded fiercly and turned on my heels, I bolted down the stairs and across the lawn, back to my house. What was his deal?

And where have I seen him before?