Next Door Comforter - H.S

AVA POV.

"Bye Mel," I whisper to my best friend on my doorstep, "I'll talk to you later okay?", she grips me tighter before releasing me. "Yep, it will all be fine. Goodby-" She manages out before being interrupted by a high pitched beep of a truck. Why do they even call those noises a beep? More like a deathly high squeal that scared Mel and I out of our skins. I turn around suddenly and find myself looking at a moving truck next door and an oddly familiar looking boy watching Mel and I. I couldn't put my finger on who it was, but whoever it was looked like a god.

The boy looked around 19/20, the same age as me. He's wearing a long sleeve grey shirt, denim bermuda shorts, bright yellow Nikes, dark sunglasses and a hot headscarf. Not to mention he is covered in tattoos making him look extremely tanned and hot. I snapped out of my gaze when we met eyes resulting in him smirking. He must have seen me checking him out. Damn it.

I turn around and wave to Mel walking to her black VW convertible beetle, I flash a smile at the boy still staring at me and walk inside out of the 35C (95F) heat.