She's The One

Chapter 1

^The road to Fallrose (source: google)

"Pris, start unpacking some boxes, I'm going out to finish some last-minute business," my mom calls out as she brings in the last of the boxes from her car and drives off to run some errands.

Fun, unpacking boxes by myself, exactly how I want to spend my Saturday!

As you've probably already guessed, we just moved, a brilliant decision that was in no way my own. Now I'm here, bringing back memories as I rummage through my dad's old stuff that my mom refused to donate.

Among the clutter, I find a beautiful heart-shaped locket. I open it and find an old picture of my dad and I squished into the small glass, and I smile remembering the day that picture was taken.

As the smile turns into tears, I continue to unpack my own boxes, waiting for a new day to come.

. . . . . . . .

I wake up to my phone's alarm blaring in my ear.

Moving to a new town in the middle of my senior year means attending a new school as quickly as possible so I can finish my credits and graduate with my class. Hence why I'm waking up early the day before school and trying to create a new routine before all the craziness begins.

Once I decide I can't stay in my warm bed any longer without my mom barging in wondering what I'm doing, I get up, open the curtains, light my frosted cranberry candle, hit shuffle on my Spotify playlist, and hop into the warm shower to escape the February cold.

I end my shower, dry off, throw on some leggings and fuzzy socks and walk to my dresser to find an oversized hoodie to wear when the doorbell rings.

"Pris, can you get that? I'm making your favorite blueberry waffles!" my mom yells from the kitchen.

"Yeah, I got it, just give me a sec," I call down to her before I quickly brush my long, straight brown hair and finish getting ready.

At the thought of breakfast, my stomach growls so I grab a waffle from the fresh stack on the counter before answering the door.

When I open it, a tall, lean guy who looks to be around my age, maybe a little older, greets me. He has pale skin and short-medium length black hair that's parted to the side and that slightly falls in his blue-gray eyes. He's wearing black boots, black ripped jeans and a matching black long sleeve shirt. And I can't believe the first thing that comes out of his mouth.

"Hey, nice to see you found a shirt!" 

"Excuse me?" I question taken aback.

"I saw, from my window, you intensely looking for something in your dresser, and look you found it!"

"What the fuck?! Are you some kind of weirdo who stares at girls getting dressed?"

"Hey, no need to start throwing things into the world, you should try not to change in front of your window next time, never know what your neighbors might see. "

"Neighbor?!" I say more quietly so my mom doesn't come rushing over.

"Oh yes, the reason I came over, I'm Griffin Graywood, your next-door neighbor. I wasn't going to come over but when I realized you probably didn't know that there's another window across from yours, I decided I probably should relieve you of anymore wardrobe mishaps."