Living In A Barbie World

Moving to California from Georgia is a difficult change. What's more difficult is the fact that the next door neighbor seem weirdly interested in me.

I open the door picking up my purse. "Y/N-" Barbie calls only to pause herself. I hum looking up at her. "I don't want to be a friend." I lift my eyebrows trying to understand her. "Your friend."

"The kissing?" I question referring to what father said. She jumps looking from my lips to anywhere she could "You we're so... so defenseless, I didn't think anyone was looking. Agh there something wrong with me! I couldn't stop myself."

BOOK HAS BEEN ON HIATUS DUE TO REWRITING