The New Neighbor

Vanilla

He handed John the money and I felt a shiver tear through my body unexpectedly. Emma kicked me from under the table and giggled. My neighbor didn't look at us once after that, he just grabbed his ice cream and left. "Did you see that hunk of meat?" John commented, wiping his hands clean, probably of his dirty thoughts.

"You're sure that you're not gay?" I questioned as he sat down once more.

"Not gay." John assured, smiling widely.

"And thank goodness for that." Emma muttered under her breath, but I doubt he caught it. We finished our ice cream in silence and left, saying our thanks. As we got back to my house, chocolate chunk was bringing the last of his boxes. I watched him and sighed as we stopped in front of my house.

"Go get 'em, tiger." Emma smirked, waving me off as she grabbed the keys from my back pocket and walked into my house. I decided that I might as well introduce myself, it's better than showing up with fresh-baked brownies my mom made. I walked over to him as he came back out for the second last box.

"You need any help?" I called out innocently, tucking my hands into the back pockets of my shorts. He looked up at me, a flicker of surprise passing across his brown eyes.

"You're about three hours late if you wanted to be of much use, but I guess I shouldn't complain." He said smoothly, his voice like dark chocolate. Rich and bitter. Delicious.

"Better late than never." I commented, shrugging. He grabbed a box, beckoning for me to grab the last one. He didn't seem to recognize me from the parlour. Well, if he did, he didn't show it. I made my way to the back of his car and slid the last box to the edge. I pulled it off and nearly toppled over.

"How many dildos does he have in this thing?" I muttered, barely holding onto it. My neighbor had already gone inside so I struggled to get the box in on my own. I looked up and saw Emma laughing from my window sill. I glared at her and trudged on, making it into his house. I tried to take off my shoes, eventually succeeding, then placing the box on one of the many piles. "Who has this many boxes?"

"A guy with a lot of stuff." Chocolate chunk deadpanned, appearing at the end of the hallway. I noticed that the house was a replica of mine, save for the dark grey walls. Unfortunately for everyone, my mom had chosen to pain the walls yellow. Bright yellow.

"Do most women find your dry humour appealing?" I questioned aloud, putting a hand on my hip.

"You'd probably know more on the topic than I do." He replied, walking towards me. For a moment, I thought he was going to kiss me, preferably slamming me up against the wall and taking me right then and there, but I guess my fantasy isn't coming true today. Instead, he simply strolled right past me and headed outside. I followed him out and made sure that my crop top showed enough of my somewhat limited cleavage.

He shut the back of his truck and turned to me as I trailed behind him like a lost puppy. "So, what's your name?" I asked him, pushing my arms together ever so slightly in case the push up bra wasn't doing its job well enough.

"Alex." He answered as I waited for him to ask what my name was. He didn't.

"I'm Ella, in case you were wondering, and I'm your neighbor." I stated informatively, smiling at him brightly. He looked at me impassively.

"Let me guess, the blue house with the disgusting yellow interior?" He assumed, nodding over at my house.

"Uh, y-yes." I stuttered, something I hadn't done in a long time. Not many people can leave me speechless. Not outside the bedroom anyway.

"Cool." He ended the conversation, walking around me. I turned around and opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. He shut his front door and left me gaping. Once I finally collected myself, I walked over to my house, opening the unlocked door, only to find Emma laughing controllably upstairs.

"Y-You should've s-seen your f-face!" She cried through her laughter. her face was red and she was rolled around on my bed. "He totally passed on your offers."

"I didn't offer him anything." I stated, crossing my arms and huffing. "At least, not yet..."

"Right, I thought your t**s were a B cup, you made them look to be at least a C cup and a half." She let out the last of her giggles and hiccupped once.

"Whatever."

"Hey, can I sleep here tonight?" Her face suddenly grew solemn and somewhat sad. Wanting to cheer her up, I smiled.

"Of course! What are best friends for? Let me just ask my mom." I said, pulling out my phone. I dialed my mom's number and it went straight to voicemail. "Hey mom, I know you're probably in surgery and you're working the night shift tonight, but can Emma sleepover? Call me when you get a moment, love you." I hung up plopped down beside Emma.

"So can I stay?"

"As far as I'm concerned, it's a yes until it's a no." I smiled as she grinned ear-to-ear.

"Thank you so much, El." She said, giving me a hug.

"No problem, plus, I was thinking that Ryan Gosling wasn't getting enough love. You up to give him some?" I laughed as she quirked an eyebrow.

"La La Land, Crazy Stupid Love, you name it girl, I'm down." Emma stated happily, bouncing off my bed and running downstairs to find the movie cabinet. She came back up with all the Ryan Gosling movies she could find and we watched them one by one on the TV in my room. Eventually I popped some popcorn and soon enough we dozed off. While Emma was probably dreaming of having steamy s*x with John, my mind wandered to the hot chocolate that is Alex.