In Love With My Neighbor

Chapter 2

I looked happy around on my new room. At home, things had been crowded together, and no matter how much cleaning I did,  it somehow always looked messy. But here in England I had been given a much larger room, and the things I thought looked ugly at home had suddenly become nicer here since there was so much space. All in all, it had all actually turned out very nice.

My beloved double bed was in the middle of the room, on the floor was a nice fluffy carpet, the cream-colored walls were decorated with pictures of me, my friends, and all sorts of things I thought were worth hanging up, to the left was my big white closet, and under the mysterious neighbor window, the window sill was so wide that I had decided I could use it, instead of my desk. From the ceiling hung a large, artistic lamp that gave a cozy, bright glow, and by the wall opposite stood my beloved stereo system that I could not live without. I was extremely into music, so even though the stereo system was expensive, it was worth it - the room was now declared habitable.

I made a strange sound, a little reminiscent of a dying whale, and threw myself on the bed. All day I had carried up and down on heavy boxes, unpacked, put in place and sorted all sorts of things. I was so exhausted I could fall asleep every moment.

My family had been incredibly quick to unpack. The house was actually already starting to be homely and we had all the basic things in place. And yet.

Curtains.

Oh, how would I do everything for a few curtains right now. If they were ugly and moldy, I would still be grateful.

I had a potential stalker next door! There could sit a person and spy on me all night, find my weaknesses, and the next day kidnap me! And just because I didn't have curtains!

With a groan, I got up slowly and walked to the stalker window. Yep, it's my new name for it. Stalker window.

I looked slowly and expected every moment that a clown face should pop out, and laugh loudly and hurt me, but luckily it didn't look like anyone was at home. I pressed the forehead against the pane and strained my eyes to look through the dark. If I could see the person's belongings, I might also find out if it were killers, stalkers, pedophiles or something that lived there.

It was reasonable ordinary thing. A double bed, a white closet, desk, flat screen. It looked like a whole plain room.

Correction - boy room. The walls were adorned with large posters of half-naked girls and cars. Oh god, please do not let it be one of those players there probably would just be stalking me.

Let it be a sweet, 4 year old girl named Lillie is wildly cute and would like to be friends with me. Likely? Not so much.

When it went up for me, how stalker ish I behaved, I stepped back and rubbed my eyes. It had been a long day and it was soon late.

But everyone should know that Emily Ross refuses to go to bed before she has partied. Woohoo.

While I put a party playlist from Spotify, my best friend, I lit the stereo system and made ready my inner party animal loose. I was ready.

10 minutes later, the well-known tones from Martin Garrix blast from the speakers, and I jumped around and danced like a gal. I picked apples, made the fly, pushed to the roof, the whole molevite.

That was I so naively decided to try the "worm". How hard could it be? It is just to lie down and give that gas, right?

It was no pretty sight. I looked like the most one who messed around on the floor with spasms, and even a psychic would not figurate that I really tried to make the worm. Why did it look so easy on movies?

I stopped abruptly when I heard a high, clear flap. My blood ran cold and my eyes locked up in horror. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. I slowly turned around, so gracefully you could now be when you lie down, and my jaw hit the floor.

Sitting in my window, was a s*x God.

Saying that he was hot, was an understatement. He looked like a supermodel with his perfectly stylish, brown hair, great chocolate brown eyes, red welcoming lips, and a body that certainly saved on a very fine sixpack. Yummy yummy I thought.

"Who are you, and how much have you seen?" I hissed.

"It was some incredibly beautiful dance moves you just showed there," he declared, and totally ignored my questions.

"And I thought I was bad at dancing" he laughed. His laughter was like sweet music in my ears, and his voice was soft, but with a raw edge. Was there something about the boy that was not perfect? I was about to answer him when I saw the phone in his hand. That was the last straw!

"You little s**t, are you filming me?!" I roared, and got to my feet. He just raised challenging an eyebrow and sent me a butter smile before he said "Chris Hall. Nice to meet you, neighbor," and disappeared out through the window and into his own room.

There was f*****g war now. Chris Hall, revenge is sweet.

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Unicorns. Unicorns everywhere. They snorted and farted clouds of glitter while I coughed and spluttered to avoid the glittering clouds. Could the inhalation of glitter really be healthy?

The unicorn in front of me suddenly got bigger and bigger and turned up in front of me until I had to stretch my head far up to look at it.

The mouth opened and out came ....

"Emily! This is the third time I'm calling! Wake up!" Shouted my mother from the kitchen downstairs. I made my "dying whale" sound, and peeled slowly hair away from my face.

Why should high school start so early? Were they out to kill young people?

Which reminded me of...

It was my first day in high school in London and I was overly excited!

With new courage, I rolled out of my nice warm bed, and landed on the hard floor.

And I who would have thought that my fluffy carpet would have lain there and mitigated my fall. But no, of course it was at the other end of the room.

"Traitor," I muttered, and gave the rug death gaze.

Just to make something clear - I was NOT a morning person. The people in movies who woke up with a smile on their face, perfect hair and no black circles under their eyes? I was not one of those people.

After an eternity of hair brushing, I quickly took a shower with ice cold water, hoping it might make me wake up a little.

I dried myself lightning fast and threw on a pair of jeans, a white shirt, and a big nice knit cardigan. I braided my hair in a loose braid down the side, and after putting on some makeup, I was happy with my appearance.

I tumbled down the stairs to make a strong cup of black coffee. Caffeine was a must for me in the morning and it was the only thing that could freshen me up a bit. I gulped down the hot drink, and sighed contentedly.

"You look like a corpse," it came from Louis, who was sitting and eating his beloved coco pops.

"Billy Billy IS one," I just said, smiling badly at him.

Billy Billy was Louis' old hamster who passed away this winter. He was crushed and we were all forced to attend Billy Billy's stupid funeral. I even had to say something sweet about the animal, even though the only thing I remembered it for was its sharp teeth that came in contact with my skin many times.

I sat down quietly, and began to scoop oatmeal up into my bowl. When I saw Louis sitting and staring at me with a murderous expression in his eyes, I smiled triumphantly at myself. Billy Billy was a sore point.

"Emily, you only have 10 minutes until school starts! Get started!" My father shouted. s**t, I had to hurry.

I ran out to my bike with my shoes half on and an apple in my mouth while fumbling for my bike keys.

If we had stayed in Florida just one more year, I could have gotten my driver's license. But here in England you only have to as a 17 year old, so unfortunately I am forced to hang out with my stupid bike a little more. I have often considered taking a moped driver's license, It is a fast transport and it is legal to take a driver's license for it as a 15 year old! Yes, it's noisy, but maybe you could just find a more subdued one? They are also so beautiful.

I was abruptly torn out of my thoughts when I heard the sound of an engine being started.

Damn it...

Chris, my already annoying neighbor, just got even more annoying. I stood and watched him pull the helmet down over his head, get on his wildly delicious black moped by the way, and set off. He totally completed the biker look, with his leather jacket and black pants and moped.

And I drooled.

Emily, it may well be he's hot, but that does not change the fact that he's an i***t who crawled in through your window yesterday and f*****g filmed you, I thought angrily as I got on the bike.

I spent the whole trip there, on devising revenge plans. I would do it tonight. Crawl in through his window, and draw everywhere on his godly face, so that he was suddenly no longer divine. And of course I would take lots of pictures too. Who knows, maybe I would accidentally get to post it on f*******:?

I did not have that far to high school. Only just about 1,8 miles, but still I did not reach it in the 10 minutes I had available. Cursing, I parked my bike by the bike racks, and ran through the completely empty yard, up toward the entrance.

The high school was actually quite nice. Large and white, with lots of windows. Just something for me. But it also looked confusing. Where on earth was the office? And how awkward would it just be to step in alone through the door to my new class? Extremely awkward.

There I was for the first time happy to hear the voice I otherwise despised.

"Need help, sweetie?"