The Boy Next Door

Chapter One

Willow's POV

     It was Saturday and I was sleeping in late until my Mother decided to wake up unexpectedly.

    "Will, what are you still asleep for? I told you last night that we were to expect guests today and I needed you to be awake before they had arrived." My mother said with an annoyed tone.

     I had just groaned and pulled the covers over my head to hide me from the outside world. After I had done that my mom got mad because I then heard my door slam shut. I guess that I have to get ready.

     So I get up and slump to my private bathroom, peel off my pajamas and step into the warm water. I've always loved showers whether they be a hot or cold one. They've always relaxed me and made me feel better if something was wrong or was on my mind that was troubling me. I forced myself out of the nice comfortable shower and walked back into my room. I had checked my phone to see what time it was and to turn on my music to make my quiet room a little less lonely.

     After I had put my phone on my speaker I walked into my closet and picked out my outfit that I put together last night. A Bring Me the Horizon pull over and a pair of black torn skinnies and lastly my neon pink Vans. I quickly put on my usual make up which is normally mascara and my liquid eyeliner winged at the edge of my eyelid.Once I felt good about my makeup I took my phone off the speaker then made my way down stairs to meet our lovely new neighbors. Just swell!

     I reached the bottom of the stairs and heard my Mother's voice in the kitchen. I wondered where Dad was, I love my Mom but sometimes he and I got along better. Plus my Dad just gets me and doesn't annoy the hell out of me like my Mom.

     When I walked into the kitchen I saw my mom at our dining table with a woman I've never met before, both drinking coffee no doubt.

    "Mom where's dad at?" I asked once she noticed I was in the room.

    "Will, this is Mrs. Anderson her and her family just moved here about a week ago. Say hello." My Mom said as she waved a hand towards the mystery woman.

    "Hello Mrs. Anderson, welcome to the neighborhood. Now Mother where's Dad at?" I had said with a fake smile that accompanied a fake cheerful voice.

   "He's in the basement Will." My mom had rolled her eyes at me then had continued her conversation.

     When I heard he was in the basement I smiled widely then started my trek downstairs to my father's man-cave. As I made my way down the stairs I instantly saw my Father's salt and pepper hair color along with his tall stature. I was on the very last step, debating if I should jump in his back or not. But one I got the nerve I jumped on his back and wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. He knew it was me and just chuckled then put his arms under my legs so I could hang around on him like a child.

    "Morning Lolo, come meet our new neighbors, Mr. Anderson and his son Christopher." My dad said as he had turned the corner towards the bar.

     I looked over my father's head and saw Mr. Anderson, he looked much like my father but with facial hair. It had matched his somewhat grey hair. When he saw me he gave me a warm smile and again reminded me of my father. I can tell that I'm going to be getting along very well with him. My father taps my leg, a silent signal to hop down so I do as I was told. I shake Mr. Anderson's hand then sat down in my Dad's recliner that I had taken over and called mine. I noticed that the chair was uncomfortable.

     Once I stood to my feet I thought I heard my Dad let out a deep chuckle but when I turned to glare at him it wasn't him who laughed. It was Mr. Anderson's son Christopher. There was a helmet in the chair that I sat on, what the hell is that here for?