Bad Boy Next Door

Chapter 1: So Much For A Quiet Life

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Chapter 1// So Much For A Quiet Life

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Ivy POV.

"You can do this," I repeated to myself as I grabbed my stuff out of the taxi and headed to the house in front of me. The house was medium size with white paneling and a grey roof. It had two floors and had big windows. The front yard was littered with colorful flowers. My new neighbors were about a foot away from my new home. The houses were pretty much the same. But this one seemed...warm.

My thoughts were interrupted by a high pitched squeal. My head quickly turns toward the sound. A women, who looks about in her mid twenties, launches toward me and before I could even process what was going on, I'm engulfed in a hug. She held me so tight it felt like my eyes were about ready to pop out of my eye sockets. I tried to escape but she was way too strong.

"A-Auntie... I can't... breathe" I squeak out with the last of my breathe. She quickly let go of me.

"Sorry! My bad!" She looks at me with an apologetic smile, "I got excited."

"It's okay," I smile at her warmly. It was a bit awkward since the last time I met her I was five years old. But she's still as nice as I remember and as my new guardian. I'll soon get used to her. I glance at her and I finally notice how beautiful she looks. For a 36 year old, she doesn't look a day over 25. Her brown hair is tied up in a messy bun and she has this beautiful sun-kissed skin. She was wearing blue jean shorts and a white T-shirt. Her clothes accentuated her perfect curves an--WHOA! I couldn't help but stare at her breasts. It was like she grew freaking bowling balls on her chest. I mean, they were so big she could have entered the Guinness Book of World Records. Thinking it over, they were probably fake, there is no way tits that big can exist naturally. I wonder what size they are?

"Ivy?" I blinked at the sound of my name and realized I was staring at them. I looked away as I felt my cheeks burning. Oh god, she probably thinks I'm some pervert. I can't even say that I'm not. After all, I did just stare at my Aunt's boobs. I glance at her, hoping she didn't notice. She looks down at me with amusement twinkling in her hazel eyes. She totally noticed.

"If your wondering, my size is a G and no they're not fake." she smirks at me as I gawk at her, "Yeah, I get asked that alot."

Alot? So people gawk at her chest all the time! I mean it's not like I blame them. I mean, seriously, she's a freaking G for crying out loud! They're not even fake. Where are the laws of gravity in this situation? All I could do was stare at her in disbelief.

"Yeah, I know. But it's the truth. They're completely real! But I like to think that I'm a superhero and my superpower is that I can shoot missiles with my boobs. I haven't figured it out yet, but soon I'll be knockin' bitches out left and right." she looks so determined that I couldn't help but laugh. I'm definitely going to like it here.

***

We talked for a bit before she helped me bring my bags inside. The inside of the house was even better than the outside.

"Sweetie, are you sure you don't want me to help you unpack?" I refused to let her help. After doing so much for me I wanted to at least pick up my own weight.

"I'm fine," I gave her a reassuring smile and followed her directions to my new room. It wasn't a large room but it wasn't a small room, either. It was perfect. My closet was right behind the door. My bed was against the wall with my TV in front of it. My desk was next to the TV and there was a balcony on the left side of the room which looked straight into the neighbors room. I took a peek, and what I saw....was absolutely nothing. The lights were off so nobody was there. I turned away from the balcony and put my suitcases on my bed. Most of my stuff were already there except for my clothes, which were in my suitcase. I would unpack now but I'm a well known fat-ass so I wouldn't be able to work without food. So I went down to the kitchen to get a snack. When I got to the kitchen I saw Aunt Rose baking something that smelled like cookies. When she spotted me she smiled.