The Guy Next Door

~Chapter One~

~Tasha~

It had been three months since everything went down with Josh. My life was terrible ever since. Everything in my house or in the city reminded me of Josh. Everything. So I decided to move away.

I had just got to New York from California. My house was huge. I didn't know why I wanted a big house. I mean, I would be living all alone anyways. I was almost packed. I had one more box. I went outside in the moving truck and was about to walk up my steps when I bumped into someone and the box dropped. "Oh, I'm sorry." A man said swiping his hand through his hair.

"Oh... Its fine.." I said. The man looked confused.

"So, where do you live?" He asked.

"Right here." I said, motioning to the house.

"Oh. Well, that's cool. So what's your name?" He asked. I looked at him.

"I don't know why you'd care, but I'm Tasha."

"That's a nice name. You should already know who I am." He looked accomplished.

"No, I have no idea. Can you pick my stuff up yet?" I was starting to get mad. He started to pick everything up.

"What? Have you ever heard of the Jonas Brothers?"

"No."

"Ever heard a song called 'Jealous'?"

"Nope."

"What!? Wow. Well, since you don't know me, my names Nick. Nick Jonas." He smiled. His straight, white teeth looked nice... 

"Well, its nice to meet you, Nick."

"Haha, its my pleasure. I am a singer. And if I say so myself, I am a prettty great singer." I squinted.

"Ha. Well, you must not be that good of a singer if I've never heard of you." I said, trying to be rude.

"Well, maybe you just aren't popular." He replied. I was furious now.

"Okay, Sick or whatever your name is. You don't know what I've been through. You don't know what has happened these past few months. I've been through some harsh things. So just give me my stuff and don't bother talking to me again."

"Hey, hey, I'm sorry. I didnt mean for it to be this way. We can be friends. And maybe one day even more" A smile came to his face.

I suddenly felt a deep hatred for him. "You're sick. Now give me my stuff." I scolded him. He handed my box with everything in it over to me. "Now goodbye." I said.

"Bye I guess." He said, his hand on the back of his neck.

The next morning when I woke up, I went downstairs to make eggs. I cracked them and was about to put them on the stove when I realized I had no stove. The last people took their stove with them, and I sold mine so I could buy a new house.

I knew nobody in the neighborhood, except Nick. I really wanted eggs after a harsh moving day. But I hated Nick. I didnt want to go to his house begging him for stuff. But it wouldn't be begging. It would just be one time...

I walked over to Nick's house. I hesitated to knock, but I found the courage to do so. When Nick answered, he was wearing a robe. His hair was messy.... And in some way attractive. I could tell he had just woke up. When he saw me standing there, he smiled.

"So, you've finally came to your senses and came crawling here to me." He did a half smile. Then I remembered why I hated him so much.

"Haha, you're real funny, Nick. How about I don't have a stove, and I want to cook eggs." He looked confused.

"Why don't you have a stove?" I didnt know how to explain it to him.

"Well, I sold it so I could move here." He looked even more confused.

"You wanted to move that bad?"

"There... There were a lot of memories in that house... I'd rather not explain this to you... Beings I hate you and don't know you that well."

When I said that he smiled, hard. "Huh, so you don't know me that well. So I still have time to change your mind. Well, what are you waiting for? Come in." His voice was so cute. I walked into the huge house.

"Wow... Your house... Its beautiful." I finally said.

"Heh, just like you." He stared at me. I gave him the stink eye.

"Just show me where your stove is so I can cook." His smile faded.

"Hey, I'm sorry. Okay? Here is the stove. Ive gotta go get dressed."

"Okay.. Bye." As attractive as he was... At times... I still hated him. And he could not change that, no matter how well I knew him.

I finished cooking the eggs and got out two plates. I put an equal amount of eggs on both. Nick was still upstairs. He was up there for a while. So I went to get him. His stairs were circular, of course. I found Nick's room and went in. He was sitting on his bed with his shirt off watching TV.

It wasn't a surprise that he had abs. "Uh... Uhm.. I'm sorry.. I just wanted to tell you breakfast was done.."

"Oh, you made for me too? Thank you." He got up and was standing right in from of me.

"Oh.. Um... You're welcome." I said. I only came up to his chin. I don't know why, but I felt nervous.

"Yeah, you must be a really good cook." He said, his face getting closer to mine.

"Well , not that.." He cut me off by kissing me. I was surprised. I have no idea why, but I kissed back.