Well, I only want you to know that this story is based completely on different songs I love, especially Taylor Swift's. By the way, because I want to promote some other books I liked from here, I'll mention them as movies my characters watch. Search at the bottom for a link to read those works. I repeat: I didn't write those "movies". It's only a promotion of other books! Aaaand... just as a remark, this is my first time writting a love story, so please don't be too... uh... cold with my work.
Also, I wanted you to know that English is not my first language, so in case you don't fully understand a thing, comment and help me improve. I repeat, I don't know as much as I'd love to for being an excellent English-writer.
So... here you go.
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Prologue
Ian and I were tranquilly coming back home that Friday afternoon, not quite paying much attention to our way. We were only twelve, almost thirteen then, what else could you expect us to do? Only talking about stuff you'd call "uninteresting" that normal teenagers were all about. But when we saw a strange big sillhouette in the distance, parked right beside my house, that's when we got new attention.
What was a moving truck doing parked on my house, you may ask. Well, don't panic, I was not moving out. Actually someone else was moving in to the house next door.
Now, my father's a realtor, so I wasn't scared to enter to that old house that has read an On Sale announce for years. Ian was used to me being all inspector about new stuff, mostly because back on the day, I dreamed to become a journalist, which now I find boring as... babysitting, I guess? It's not my gift.
Anyways, when we entered that old house, my heart stumped. Well, I found a beautiful scene with your parents stretching hands with a mother with baby in her hands, a father and an older son, but what a sight he was! I swear I could hear angels sing when his eyes separated from that old videogame, looking at me as if I was a more interesting thing than the machine on his hands.
I suddenly forgot how to speak, until Ian gave me a small push and I entered a bit more to the room, for my mother to realize of our presence.
"Riley, huney! Say hello to our new neighbors, the Torres! They come from Mexico, can you believe it?" she said happily and I nodded to them with a sheepish smile "Now, would you mind giving their son, Antonio, a little tour around the block while we close some deals and sign papers?"
"Uh..." was all that my throat seemed able to express.
"Great! Thanks again huney!" she said, which made me facepalm.
My mother always makes her way to get me inside awkward situations, you see. It's kind of her superpower! She assumes and drags me to odd things, but for once, I'm grateful she did so. Getting to know Antonio was easier that way than if I had to do it by myself. Actually, that was, I think, the main reason why we started to talk to each other.
And of course, I have to thank Ian, because he always turns around the oddness in everything and gives me confidence. He made the athmosphere fun and outgoing, so we could all talk carelessly and begin a friendship we would cherish for the rest of our days. He always gets that with me, and I bet that would probably stay that way, if only his father didn't get a new job offer and went with it to the other side of the world a week later.
Yes, Antonio came in to my life when my best friend, Ian, moved to Atlanta, Georgia.
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