The Girl Next Door

19.

Orange was my new favorite color thanks to Gisella. Every time I saw her and she had her hair done differently, my attraction towards her grew.
I watched from my window as Gisella climbed into her moms silver Lexus. From my window, I could see how beautiful she was and how bright orange her hair was. It was curled and resting on her shoulders flawlessly, even in the wind.
School was still cancelled but it finally stopped snowing after three whole days. Dad was downstairs with the TV loud enough to bust his eardrums. The last few days, all he did was catch up on sleep. So I had time to get lost in my sketchbook.
Ben🙄: Wyd
Ben🙄: I'm bored.
Me: I'm drawing, wbu?
Ben🙄: I wanted to come see u
Me: Sorry, I'm making lunch for my dad.
I put my phone down and rolled my eyes. Some time today, I was going to tell Ben I just wanted to be his friend. I still felt really bad for leading him on.
"Hey princess. Woah it's warm in here," daddy poked his head in my room. He was wrapped in a blanket with sleep written all over his face.
"Yeah dad, I don't like being cold."
He laughed. "Well we're in Alaska, you're gonna be cold."
The decision to move to Alaska wasn't mine. If if was up to me, we would have moved somewhere like Florida or Texas.
"Estelle invited us to the movies with her and Gisella later, do you want to go?" Dad couldn't tell the obvious answer was yes so I nodded my head and mentally started putting together what I wanted to wear.
"Good, I'm glad you girls are getting along."
"Isn't her mom...engaged?" I stared at him with a straight face.
"We're just friends, relax sweetie." If dad and Estelle were just friends, so were me and Gisella. I kept that to myself though.
I took my time getting ready because I wanted Gisella to take a double look at me. My hair was already sitting in waves so after twenty minutes, my makeup was done and I was just about dressed when I heard the front door close downstairs. My heart fluttered when I heard Estelle and Gisella greet dad.
By the time Gisella came up the stairs and poked her head into my room, my nerves were spiraling out of control. I was so nervous but extremely happy to see her. She wore black skinny jeans, a white hoody and her hair was still curled and resting on her shoulders. I smiled softly to myself.
"Bonjour mi amor."
"Hi Gisella." I blushed. She sat on my bed with her eyes following my movement. Even though my dad was downstairs, when I saw the way her eyes fell over my lips, I couldn't help but lean in for a peck when I was close enough. She smiled, kissed me back and then pulled me into her lap.
"You look pretty, Stacy. I like your makeup that way." She kissed my cheeks until I started giggling. When we heard dads heavy footsteps coming up the stairs, I removed myself from her lap and sat next to her. The pout on her face made me sad.
"We're ready girls. Just getting my wallet." Dad seemed just as happy as I was. I guess French women had that kind of affect on us. Dad disappeared and Gisella locked her fingers with mine.
"I'm pretty sure we're going on a date with our parents who are going on a date..." I pointed out the obvious. Gisella nodded.
"This should be fun..."