Not An Argent : Ariana || S.S

Argent

I woke up pretty early at 7 Am. Frankie was in the kitchen cooking breakfast.

Getting used to the sunlight coming through the window, I slowly sat up with few groans. I walked over to the kitchen. "Goodmorn., Frankie!" I greeted him. "Hey, A. Can you go to the neighbors? We don't have any milk left and i was planning on making you a milkshake." I roll my eyes. "Sure, but when I come back my breakfast will be ready." I changed my outfit into some simple combat boots, a grey Texas hoodie and my tightest jeans. I stepped out of the house, walking over to our new neighbours'. After knocking the door several times, someone opened up. I saw a man around his late 30's walk up to me. A girl,which I assume is his daughter ran up to the hallway. "Dad, it's fine. I'll take care of this." The girl said. The father nodded and stepped away. "Hey, I heard you're our new neighbours. I'm new here also, I know what you're dealing with. I'm Allison by the way." 

"That's nice, I'm Ariana. I came here because i actually need..ehm...milk. Yeah, milk." Allison nodded. "Wait a second." 

"Okay" I replied. She came back with a pack of milk. "Thank you, Allison." I took the pack. "Anytime. Hope I'll see you more." She answered with an award winning smile. I agreed and walk back to my house. "Guess who has a gaint pack of milk and red hair?" I sung, walking over to Frank. I handed the milk over to Frankie."You got it! So, how were the neighbors?" He asked, pouring the milk in the blender along with some strawberries. "A girl named Allison Argent, she seemed pretty nice." I sat down to eat my nutella sandwich.