01 timothee
violet groans, forcing her eyes open as she wakes up to the very obnoxious sound of her door bell being rung repeatedly.
reaching over to her bed side table, she grabs her phone, eyes still adjusting to the bright sun shining through her blinds as she checks the time.
10:16 am , my mom is at work.
she internally forces herself up and out of bed, trudging over to her bedroom door ; then opening it and making her way hastily down the steps. the door bell being rung once again in the process.
upon aggressively unlocking and swinging open the door, she is faced with a pair of brown eyes she's not yet seen before.
"can i help you?" she questions the new face who likes to obnoxiously ring the doorbells to houses of people they do not know.
"yeah" the boy chuckles, "sorry if i woke you" .. "i'm timothee" he holds out his hand for violet to shake.
she slowly reaches hers out to meet his, giving him a small smile while doing so. "you're okay"
"i uh, live across street from you, me and my uncle actually" he points behind him
so that man i saw out my window isn't a dad?
she thinks to herself
"oh right!" she exclaims. "it's nice to meet you" she smiles again, adjusting her attitude upon realizing she doesn't want to give off the wrong first impression.
"i'm sorry it had to be like this, i didn't come over to introduce myself" the boy apologizes "i mean i would've eventually. but this isn't how i planned to"
"okay so um-" violet begins
"right, my football." he cuts her off "it landed in your backyard" he laughs.
she nods her head.
"i would've got it myself" he continues, "but i thought that might be an invasion of privacy"
" i get it " she giggles. "just a second" violet tells him, as she goes back inside to grab a pair of slippers.
she walks back out, closing the door behind her. "follow me" violet says as she leads the way to her backyard, him following behind.
"here we are" she looks back at him, and it isn't until now that she remembers she is in just an over sized t shirt ; a bit higher than mid thigh with no bra on. she wraps her arms around her figure, now realizing why he kept reverting his gaze back to her t-shirt nervously.
boys
violet internally rolls her eyes
she unlocks the gate, allowing him to jog to the edge of her backyard, retrieving his football as she holds the gate open for him to come back through.
"thank you" he smirks, tossing the football up and catching it.
"of course" she says as she accompanies him back to the edge of her driveway, until he runs off ; jogging across the street back to his house.
she turns around, ready to make her way back inside. when timothee shouts "hey! i don't think i caught your name!"
"it's violet" she snaps her head back around, giving him a little wave.
"see you around, violet!" he shouts, throwing the ball to a man the left of his driveway she didn't notice until just now.
she recognizes it to be the man she admired out her window the other day.
He waves at her, giving her a little nod. Violet waves back, a small smile to herself as she walks back into her home. Closing the door behind her.
-
it's around 5 o'clock when violet finds herself looking out her window again.
she was painting when she became seemingly distracted, she put down her paintbrush upon hearing the faint sound of voices and shouts not too far away. She glanced out the window, looking down ; as her eyes came across her neighbors.
football, again? she'd wondered
Sooner rather than later she found herself looking out her window a lot longer than she wanted or intended to.
She was no longer just glancing out the window for a few moments, and eventually admitted to herself she'd just been watching them play their football.
she heard the front door unlock and open, then the jingling of keys. but paid no attention to it.
"violet honey!"
her mom, sara finally called out after a few minutes. Which caused her to bounce back from whatever thoughts she had roaming through her head just a minute prior ; and causing her to realize she'd been staring out her window for at least a full fifteen minutes.
"yes mom?" violet jogs down the stairs. "how was work?" she greets her mother
"Not too bad today honey" she places her purse on the counter.
"yum, what did you get?" she asks her, motioning to the brown paper bag in her hand which she can only assume is food. "i'm starving"
"your favorite, it's a little cold though. warm it up while i get changed would you?"
she nods her head, taking the food from her and doing exactly what she asked her to do. She then prepares their plates, placing them on the table in the living room.
sara walks back out of her room as violet turns on the tv, changing the channel to their favorite show.
"so violet honey" her mother sits down and taps the cushion next to her.
"yes mom?" violet takes a seat
"i think it's time you get a job"
"a job mom? you've always been against me getting a job, plus-"
"just for the summer i mean" she interrupts her "you don't have to, but i think it would be a good idea."
violet gives her a silent response
"think about it" she goes on "all your friends are away, and i think you could meet some great people if you got a nice summer job" she pauses. "plus i just don't feel comfortable with you being home alone, every single day"
"i don't have to be alone! the new neighbors are really nice mom"
"what do the new neighbors have to do with you getting a job violet?" sara asks her daughter, laughing ridiculously.
"they have a son, about my age! i could hang out with him during the day"
"you can't just offer up our neighbors kid to keep you company all summer hun... a neighbor i don't know at that "
she puts a hand on her shoulder. "and when in the world did you meet the neighbors?
"i met their son earlier today, i had to get their ball out of our backyard. they're.... nice" she smiles to herself
"nice?" violets mom raises an eyebrow
"oh stop" violet groans
her mom just laughs at her, getting up from her spot on the couch. "i've got a few things to do before bed violet. just sleep on it, and let me know what you think tomorrow. I'll eat later"
"okay mom, i love you and goodnight"
"i love you, goodnight honey."
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daddy ⁎⁺˳✧༚luke hemmings
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