Guy Next Door

| Lizzie slipped her phone into her blazer and said, casually-too casually-"Hey. Can I get your number?"
James blinked, caught completely off guard. "What, like... now?"
"No," she deadpanned. "At your wedding. Yes, now."
He coughed, trying to regain cool points. "Right. Yeah. Why?"
Lizzie shrugged. "Emergencies." |

In which lots of bad flirting and awkward chats happen.

Lizzie Ashcroft's dad has a habit of moving house.
When she was little, she never minded. Every new house meant new friends, a new school, and a new bedroom!
Only now at 16, a new house means no friends, a tiny cramped loft room, and switching schools in the middle of year 11.
Her grades are slipping, her social life gone, and her dad is barely home anyway, always 'occupied with work.'
London is a lot rougher than Lizzie expected, and not only that, the people are more... bold.

James Bentley is sick of sixth form. It involves various stages of studying until 3am and being home an hour late because despite being 17, his mates still landed them all detentions.
And to make matters worse, his new next door neighbour is practically a model; blonde hair, a sweet smile, and the unimpressed stare of a woman who's holding back an insult.
He's practically in love.
Which obviously means he doesn't say a word to her until his mum makes him.