On October 1st, we moved into 88th Maple Wood Rd. It was a fairly large house, 4 bedroom and 2 bath. On the outside, it was a beautiful shade of light yellow, which instantly made the rainy day seem bright. The house had a fair amount of land for the little ones to play on, complete with a set of three swings and a slide in the backyard.
"I can't believe you'd do this to me," I moaned, and stalked up the steps to the front door. Amelia look at me, and smiled.
"It's not so bad, Bellie! Just think of all the new friends you'll make!" Amelia said, putting a piece of my wavy, auburn hair behind my ear. I frowned, and silently followed my parents into the house.
"Mom, Mickey is trying to bite me again!" Wailed Kylee, and Belle sighed.
"Shut up! Mom, where's my room?"
"Don't tell me to shut up! Ow! Mickey, stop biting my ankle!"
"I be dinosaur! That why I bite! Graaa!"
"That is enough." Amelia shouted, and rubbed her temples. Lucas came up behind her, and kissed the top of her head.
"You're trying," He murmured to her, then he cleared his throat and looked at us. His dark brown hair was neatly combed, and he peered over his black rimmed glasses.
"Dad, I'm gonna go find my room," I informed him, and ran up the carpeted stairs. As I slowly walked down the hallway, I was glad we bought the house. That meant I could paint or style my room however I wanted it. The first door was the bathroom, and I sighed as I looked pathetically at the stand up shower. That was connected to my parents room.
'Good,' I thought, 'Let them have the crappy bathroom, with the crappy stand up shower.' I approached another door, and cautiously opened it. As I stared, blankly around the room, I sighed.
'Yep, this is it. Plain, and boring. As usual. Well, not for long,' The walls were white. I had a full sized bed, with pale, pink sheets. There was a large brown dresser in one corner, on top of it was a medium sized TV, and in the other corner was a desk. I eyed a door near the dresser, and knew this had to be the closet. Hesitantly, I reached a hand towards the gold doorknob. I quickly flung it open, and stared into the darkness.
"This is.. bigger then I expected," I told myself, and for a minute, I felt scared. I felt like the 5 year old, afraid of the monsters in the closet. It was too dark, and my instincts were to run away. Run away, Belle. A strong, firm voice in my head advised. This made my heart ached as I recognized the voice- my friend and crush from Illinois. His name was Spencer, and he was always looking out for me. Belle! Don't go in that closet, Belle. I don't want to lose you. At first, I felt like I was some insane person, what, hearing voices in my head. But I slowly backed away, and closed the closet door.
"I'm insane," I simply told myself, and sat down on my bed. I felt jittery, and turned on the TV. I glanced out the window that was across from my bed, and saw movement. I jumped, but then looked closer. It was our neighbor's house, and there was an attractive boy in the window. I opened the blinds all the way, and pretended to look out the window in interest. I glanced at the window, where I found the boy staring at me. He didn't look too kind, and the way he stared at me was unnerving. When we made awkward eye contact, I looked away and blushed. I looked back, and he was still staring at me.
"Weird," I murmured, and sighed. I got up, and left my room. I could still feel his eyes on me, however, and I headed down the stairs.
"Love my room," I said flatly, as I watched Amelia attempt to pry Mickey from Kylee's leg. She grunted, and Lucas smiled at me.
"That's wonderful, sweetie. Why don't you go meet the neighbors while Mom, uh, gets Mickey away from Kylee?" He offered, and I gladly took the opportunity to investigate that strange boy.
"Alright, I got my phone if Mickey rips Kylee's leg off," I called, and left the house. I stood outside, and pulled my waist-length hair into a pony-tail, and looked down at my outfit. I wore gray skinny jeans, and a green t-shirt, with a black sweat shirt over it. I had to admit, I looked terrible, but I marched over to the house and rang the doorbell.
"Oh, hello!" A short, plump woman answered the door, and she smiled gratefully. A taller man appeared behind her, also smiling.
"Hey, I'm Belle Waters, my family and I just moved in next door. My family would be here but, uh, we're still trying to.. unpack. My father suggested I come over here to introduce myself, since I was finished and whatnot," I added a large smile, and rocked back and forth on my heels.
"How lovely! Well, I'm Maria, this is Jon, and I have a son about you're age, I don't know where he is," Maria turned around, and with a loud shriek, she called, "Oi! Samuel, Ven aquí ahora y cumplir con el vecino nuevo y hermoso!" (Come down here now, and meet the beautiful new neighbor)
I blushed slightly, and heard a shuffling, and a few bangs.
"TALK IN SPANISH ONE MORE TIME AND I'M GONNA FUCKING EXPLODE!" Samuel shouted, as he came down the stairs. He grew stiff as he looked at me, and he inspected me.
"Hi," He said sharply, and he looked down at his small, spanish mother. "Is that all?"
"Samuel, isn't she just beautiful?" She cried, clasping her hands together. Sam stared at me with a look, that said two things. "I'm sorry," and "She's an idiot."
"Gorgeous," He said, sarcasm thick in his voice. Maria began shrieking something in Spanish at him, and he just stared at her with a bored expression. Sam was pretty tall, and had gorgeous brown hair, that fell to his eyebrows. His eyes were green, and striking. Every time he looked at me, my knees felt weak. He wore a white tank top, with black pajama pants.
"Well, it was nice to meet you all, but I should get back now," I quickly said, realizing he noticed how I stared at him.
"Oh, Belle Darling! Let Sam help you unpack!" Maria said quickly, tugging on my arm.
"No, it's okay, really," I said, and escaped out the front door.
I don't like him, Belle. Stay away. Stay away! I grunted as Spencer in my head warned me to stay away from the attractive boy. I couldn't possibly do that. Never.
Later that night, I moved my desk so I could sit down and look directly out the window. I pretended to do some writing, and every now and then I'd glance at the unsuspecting Sam, who sat in his room with his back to me. When he suddenly turned around, I stared at my desk and moved the pencil in my hand to make it look like I was writing.
"He better not think I'm spying on him," I said to myself, and I noticed he was staring at me as I spoke to myself. I quickly took out my phone, and pretended it was on speaker. I then picked it up so he could see, and put on a puzzled face.
"What?" I said quietly into my phone. I pretended to have a conversation for a while, and I was still talking when I didn't realize Sam was gone.
"Who're you talking to?" Amelia shouted through the door.
"Oh, Spencer!" I said quickly, and pressed the phone up to my ear, feeling embarrassed.
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