One
Brooke Lynn's POV:
I sat in my room, looking out at the street below. It was a beautiful day, but I just couldn't bring myself to go outside. I couldn't bring myself to do anything. I hadn't felt like myself lately. Little did I know; my life was about to change forever. I watched as a moving truck pulled up to the house next door, followed by a black Cadillac SUV, and a cherry red Mazda convertible. I watched intently as someone got out of the red sports car. My jaw dropped. I was looking at the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. She had long dark wavy hair, and her skin was golden tan. She wore a black mini-skirt, and a red top. Wow, this girl sure liked her red. Suddenly, it was almost like she felt my eyes on her, and she spun around and locking her eyes directly on me. I saw her cock her head to the side and raise an eyebrow. I was mesmerized, she had the face of an angel. Who was this girl? She smirked at me, turned and walked inside, leaving me staring out the window, dumbfounded.
I sat and watched the movers unpack the truck for around a half hour.
"Brooke Lynn!" yelled a voice from the hall. It was my mother.
Oh dear, what did I do this time?
"Yes, mother?" I said, getting up and walking towards my door.
"Honey, put your shoes on, we are going over to meet the new neighbors."
I felt the color drain from my face as my mom came into view. Meeting the new neighbors. Specifically, meeting the pretty girl next door.
"Are you ok, sweetie? You look a little pale."
"Yeah," I managed to squeak out, "yeah mom, let's go."
My mom leads my father and myself next door and rang the doorbell. A stressed, but beautiful looking woman answers the door.
"Hello!" she said.
"Hello! We're the Hytes family, we live next door." My mom smiled.
"Oh, hello, hello, please come in. Don't mind the mess." The woman had an accent. "I'm Alexis."
"Hi, Alexis, I'm Lisa, this is my husband, Carl, and our daughter Brooke Lynn."
"Nice to meet you!" Alexis smiled, "Vanessa! We have company."
Wow, Vanessa was such a pretty name, I thought to myself.
"Coming, Ma!" said a gravely voice from one of the upstairs rooms. It was a little bit rougher than what I would expect her to sound like, but I liked it.
The object of my thoughts for the last hour popped down the stairs.
"Hello, hello!" she said, "I'm Vanessa." She looked right at me and smirked. She held out her hand.
"Brooke Lynn."
"Nice to meet you, Brooke Lynn." I swear I saw her wink, "Wanna come upstairs with me?"
I nodded and followed Vanessa up the stairs, and to the bedroom that just happened to be facing my bedroom.
"So, Miss Brooke Lynn, tell me about yourself." Vanessa smiled.
"Well, uh, I'm about to start my senior year at school. I'm a dancer, but that's about the only interesting thing about me."
"Oh, I'm sure there are plenty of good things 'bout you, Miss Brooke." Vanessa gave a warming smile, my heart sped up, "and I start at the school as a senior too."
So, we will see each other often.
"I'm not good at this." She admitted, "I'm bad at making friends, I'm nervous as hell."
I smiled my warmest smile. "Don't worry, girl. You got me."