|The Boy Next Door
Author: Writerandreader PM
Danika has always like her best friend's neighbor, Christian. When he starts acting different, she begins to wonder why. When she finds out, she wants every detail possible. What if, without any road blocks, he starts to like her the way she likes him? Will Danika still be willing to start things even though she is a little hesitant? Rated T.Rated: Fiction T - English - Family/Romance - Chapters: 11 - Words: 10,304 - Reviews: 6 - Favs: 6 - Follows: 10 - Updated: 12-14-12 - Published: 07-09-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3040386
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"Get down!" Lauren yelled, giggling.
I laughed and pulled her down with me. "Does he like you?"
Lauren rolled her eyes. "Doubt it. He's fifteen, Danika. He doesn't date girls like us."
"Maybe he does. Have you talked to him lately?" I asked, looking over at her.
She shook her head and crept her head up a little. "I can't talk to him. I mean... I wouldn't know where to start or what to say."
I peaked out the window and there he was. Christian Lowe. Lauren's neighbor; our crush.
He was walking around his room, shirtless. I wonder if he knew we liked him like that.
Anyway, his hair was spiked up like always and his jeans were pulled down to a decent level. We couldn't see his underwear but we could see his cute hips.
He turned his head and saw us watching him. My eyes widened and I threw myself at the floor.
Oh my gosh...
"He totally smiled at you!" Lauren squealed.
I hit her arm. "He did not. He was laughing at me. He totally caught me off guard and embarrassed me."
She rolled her eyes. "Well, he left."
"I know, I know. All my fault..." I said, shaking my head back and forth.
Four years later.
I pulled my car into Peyton's driveway and let it idle for a minute. The AC felt so nice on my face, the radio quietly playing pop music.
"Are you coming in?" Peyton asked, holding the door open just a crack. It was sweltering outside today. A whooping 103 degrees Fahrenheit
I rolled my eyes and cut the engine. "Relax, why don't you."
She moved her weight to her left foot impatiently. Some things never changed.
I walked up the steps, already pulling my shoes off. "How much of it do you have done?"
She smiled. "I finished two pages this morning. That's all I really started."
I sighed and let the door close behind us. "Max isn't even here and you still can't concentrate."
She blushed and led me up the steps. Her house was old, seeing as it was old when my old best friend, Lauren, lived there. The steps were covered in a old brown carpeting. It wasn't super ugly but I didn't think it was very fancy... or pretty.
"Sorry. He left for his cousin's this morning and I'm thinking about the stuff we can do when he comes back."
"Like have sex?" I said, raising my eyebrows.
"No, not sex. That's tacky, you know-"
"And overrated. I've heard it before, Pey." I said, sitting down on her bed.
"Just wanted to make sure, Danika." She said, pulling the scrapbook from her bookshelf.
"So Max doesn't know that you're making this for him?" I asked, flipping to an open page.
Peyton shook her head and sat down by my feet. She dug through a box of pictures before handing me one.
I laughed so hard I snorted. "Wow. What were you doing here?"
She shrugged. "We were swimming. I guess that's water about to hit the camera."
"No, your faces." I said, shaking my head.
"Oh, I have no idea." She said, picking up more pictures.
I laid down on my stomach. "Is Christian home?"
She winked at me, knowing about the crush I had had on him. "Oh, yeah. He was swimming right before you came over."
"Oh, shirtless and wet." I said, getting up and going to the window. I leaned out a little but he wasn't in the pool any longer.
"You're a really bad stalker." Christian said from his window.
I screamed and fell forward, falling down the window a little. I was freaked. What if I fell and hurt myself?
Peyton grabbed my heels and grunted as she tried to help me up. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
"I was just looking out the window." I said as I pulled myself back inside.
"Saw enough?" She whispered in my ear.
I glared at her, sulking. "No. I didn't even see him."
"Danika has asthma. You'd think that wouldn't be a problem seeing as she's an airhead and all." Peyton yelled out the window.
I elbowed her in the side. "I'm not an airhead."
She rolled her eyes.
"I hope you're okay." Christian said, looking at me. He was shirtless and wet. His hair was beaded with water, dripping onto his broad shoulders. It was definitely a sight to see.
My heart picked up and I felt a little nauseous He was talking to me. Finally talking to me. After all this time. It felt really nice.
I smiled nervously, feeling my cheeks turn pink. "Yeah. I'm fine."
He nodded before walking away from the window.
I groaned. "I'm such an airhead!"