Robert Nassor x Reader (Frankenweenie 2012)

New Holland

(Robert Nassor x Reader)

YOUR POV

Life, is life, and life was a mess. Your family moved again for the third time, and you were sick if it. You just hoped that something good would come out of this "experience". Not like you were staying in New Holland for the rest of your life, which you hoped not.

"Hey, sweetie could you help us unpack the car?" Your dad asked patiently. You were suddenly snapped out of your thoughts.

"Sure..." You mumbled. Cautiously you stepped out of the car onto the driveway taking in the surroundings. It was sunny outside, but a little chilly. It smelled as though rain would be heading over soon. The grass that was guarding the house seemed to be a little too green. You assumed it rained a lot.

The house was old though, but it didn't look that bad from the outside. It had a rustic taste, with a hint of modern. Just as the other houses in the neighborhood, it was a dull grey color. Not much to look at.

You walk over to the trunk, lifting up a heavy cardboard box. You give a heavy exhale as you take it into the garage and drop it carefully. As you're going for your second round of boxes, a baseball suddenly rolls out onto the pavement. You watch it move until it came to a stop. You stoop down and reach for the object until a dark quiet voice speaks.

"Hey! You there, can you path me that ball?" The voice said impatiently. You quickly picked it up and looked at where the voice came from. There stood a boy, cold dead eyes staring back at you. He had very masculine features, with broad big shoulders to compliment his jawline. His attractiveness was average (probably because of the haircut), not too surprising but he was definitely very tall. He gracefully treaded over to you, his brooding eyebrows pulled into a unpleasant crunch. He suddenly stretched a slender hand out. You reach for his hand to shake it, but he cuts you off and pulls back.

"Not you, the ball." He said stretching his hand out again. He was rather rude, and first impressions were everything. And he was definetly NOT the kind of person you'd want to be friends with.

"I would give it to you, but you haven't even asked me nicely." You snapped. His eyebrows pulled tighter into more of an offended manner.

"I am not to be given orders, ethpecially by some girl."He mocked. Wow, he definitely had some anger issues and no trust for anyone.

"Um, excuse me but I just moved here! I should be shown some respect." You flustered.

"What differenthce does that make?" He hissed. What was his problem? He doesn't even know me! You thought.

"Fine, then I'm not giving you this ball!" You said holding your ground. He growled, cursing lightly beneath his breath.

"You thound a lot like my mother," he grumbled. Your hands tightly clasped themselves into fists. You were shaking angrily, and you were pretty sure he could see it. "Gah, fine! May I pleathe have the ball back?" His jaw clenched tightly, cringing at his words.

"Geez finally, see it wasn't that hard, wasn't it?" I bursted. I dropped the ball in his palm. He quickly retracted turning away from you and walking back to the other side of his yard.

"Thank you..." He said reluctantly. You rolled your eyes backing out of the conversation to resume your unpacking task. You were unloading another box when your mom came up beside you.

"So... I saw that you were talking to our new neighbor. Isn't he cute?" She said giggling and nudging you on the shoulder.

"No mom, he's in fact rude and selfish. I hate this place already..." You mumbled. Her smile soon turned into a frown.

"But we just got here. Tell you what, give it a few days and I'm sure things will turn out. I promise." She half smiled.

"You really think so?" You said looking up at her.

"I know so." She winked.

"Well alright." I sighed.