Stay Away From The Bad Boy.

Chapter 1.

With life, we all have to try something new, like eating new types of food or trying a pair of shorts you don't really want to be seen in and just want to burn them or bury them six feet under. My new start is moving too a whole new town- no not a new house or just round the corner, i have to move to a whole new place. I want the world to just open up and bury me under. I hate- emphasis on the word 'hate'- moving, i hate new things. So this whole 'oh we're moving' scenario is not the best for me right now, but what can you do? Chain yourself to the tree? Tried and failed at the same time, i think you get where i'm going with this...right?

"Audrey, seriously hurry up!" My very impatient Dad yelled from the outside, "Are you done saying goodbye to a god damn room yet?"

I rolled my eyes at his behaviour and scanned round at my old room for one last time- the peeling baby blue wallpaper, the shadows of where my pictures were once hung, the creaky maroon painted floorboards and the dying bean bag in the corner where my friends and i would squish on it together and play Truth or Dare--wow, i'm going to miss this place. The memories of my Mum and I having our girl talks, having a sleepover and leaving my Dad sleeping alone in the other room. So many memories i have to leave. I heard my Dad scream again, this time so loud i'm pretty sure the town we're moving to heard the old man. I let out a deep sigh and brought my tatty old back pack and slung it over my shoulder. I jogged downstairs and closed our front door behind me.

I walked over casually to where my Dad was standing, tapping his foot and pointing to his watch. "Are you done? Or would maybe like to kiss our pavement before we go? Or clean you're old room for one last time?" He laughs at his own joke, i mimicked his action. 

"Ha-ha, i'm laughing oh so much, no please stop you're killing me!" My voice monotone and bored, he shook his head and grabbed my shoulders gently, and pushed me into the car. The coolness of the air conditioning hit me, goosebumps rising on my skin. I felt the car start and the engine roared and we were finally off, i looked in the rear view mirror and saw my old house fade into the distance. New start, that is sounding pretty good right now.

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We entered the new town called Lakewood, a quiet town near a small beach and is famous for it's chocolate covered pretzels- which i am hoping to try out soon. Dad parked in the driveway of our new house, and when he said it's different, he wasn't kidding. A three bedroom house, with a good sized garden, the house itself is pretty big. 

We got out the car and i picked my backpack up- still staring at the house in awe. "Why don't you find a room and put you're stuff there, i'll get the bags." He gently offered, i obeyed and walked into the house, the smell of pine empowered my senses, i took a deep breathe and a warm feeling began to build inside of me. I walked up the stairs to find four doors, which i'm presuming are three bedrooms and a bathroom. Shakily, i opened a random door to reveal a room with a small double bed tucked into the corner with fairy lights strung over the headboard and all around the walls too. The walls were a warm cream, with a window with a large ledge so you can sit on it- i'll be decorating and covering with pillows and blankets, it will now be my comfort spot. It showed a view of the front of the house, i could see the sea hitting against the sand and retreating back. 

I took a quick three-sixty to see a large cupboard standing and then a large grey desk with a navy blue chair. I set my bag on the floor and walked round the room, trying to sketch out where i will put everything, but it just didn't feel right- not yet anyway i will get used to it, maybe not just yet through. I wanted my creaky floorboards and my big bean bag.

"How'd you like it?"

I jumped out my skin and spun round to see my Dad leaning on the wall with two of my suitcases in his hands and a couple of boxes. They were on the point of falling into bits on the dark brown carpet.

"It's uh-" I paused to look round once more, "-different, but like you said, change is good, i guess." He gave me a small smile before ruffling my brown hair which fell down to my waist- it's such a pain. "You're mother would have liked this place, her dream house." He said, but his smile fell after saying that.

My heart clenched at what he just said, i pressed my eyes shut hoping a waterfall won't appear soon. "Right well, you can make this more homely if you'd like. I'll leave you be." He said, feeling the pain of the topic, he kissed my forehead and walked out, silently closing the door. I grasped the edge of the desk and took a deep breath. I grabbed my belongings and began to organize my drawers and placing all my clothing in the cupboard. I chucked a few pillows on my new bed and some throw pillows and a blanket on the window ledge, i got out some little lights and hung it over the top of the window to make it more comfortable. I begin to hang all my pictures on the wall and place my laptop and books on the desk and some more books on the shelf.

I sigh in satisfaction and walk downstairs, happy with the transformation. As i enter the living room i see all our framed family photos are hanging on the dark purple walls. Our TV and brown couches are placed, and the kitchen full of pots, pans...everything. Just in a small space of time my Dad has made it more...us.

 "No no no! Careful with that, you're going to break it!" I heard my Dad wail, i'm feeling sorry for that delivery men's ears. I walked to where i could hear him ranting at the delivery men were holding our dining room chairs at an awkward angle. 

"Dad, please come down they know what they're doing." I assured him, even though i know why he's fretting. He furrowed his eyebrows before taking a deep breathe and giving in. I flopped on the couch and turned on the television as the delivery men made their way out the door. Bored out my mind i began to flick through some channels. Picking up a pencil will probably be the most exciting thing i'v done today, and i know what you're thinking. "Oh moving is fun! Go out and explore round the neighbourhood." I'd rather pick up that pencil, moving for me- as i said before is not fun! I don't want to make new friends, i on't want a new room. Simple. As. That.

Dad entered the room with a bottle of water and his usual Sunday shirt and sweats. "Bored?"

I nodded my head and kept my attention on the TV, and began to sink further into the couch- hoping to disappear into it. He let out a laugh, "There's a park round the corner, why don't you go there?" He suggested, before taking the remote out my hand and switched his most favourite and watched channel- FOX.

I stared at him, "Did you hit you're head, or something?"

He rolled his eyes. "No Audrey, i did not hit my head." He said, "I want you to go out there and oh, i don't know, be social?" 

"Clearly my dear, old father-"

"I'm thirty-four!"

"And i'm seventeen, what's your point? Clearly you don't know me that well, yes i know you know i am in love with parks. But, i don't want to go to some un-know park and i just don't like being social." I shrugged as if it were no big deal.

"Your lose, just at least get your stuff read for school tomorrow. And God help you- try, please try make some new friends!" Dad begged.

I scrunched my nose, not fond of the idea, but i couldn't say now. I have to try at least. "Alright, don't get you're boxers in a twist, no promises though! People might find me a freak." 

"Oh- what am i going to do with you?"

I gave a cheeky grin, "You're going to deal with all this until i'm either married or in my own place, if not i'm with you forever!"

Dad pushed me, and i stood up. "Go amuse yourself." He said, and i walked up the stairs to get everything ready for my first day at Lakewood High. 

(Author's Note: First chapter is back with a few changes! Hope you like it! Enjoy, vote and comment! By the way this is like 3 pages long so, enjoy!)