Romans & histoires Hello Neighbor

I marched all the way to the room, dumping myself in the bed and cradling my phone in my hand. After months of being without one, it was finally in my hands, and my excitement was off the roof. Before I could do anything, the message notification lit up my phone, and I smiled as I read it. Handsome would-not-be neighbor: Hello, did you get home well? Me: Yes, I did. Thank you so much for today. Handsome would-not-be neighbor: I should be thanking you; you are a sport to be with. Me: I try my best.

The blonde female near the one that looks like Noah’s brother just glares at me, what the hell is her problem. “Hi guys, this is Tasmine Kelly, my next-door neighbour,” Noah said with a big grin on his face. I can see the boys are thinking while the female has a bitchy look on her face.“No she’s not, Lee is your next-door neighbour.” She snapped at Noah.

Steve nods at me as if to say hi but just keeps walking, still talking with my friends, passing me, like I don’t matter at all. … I’m sitting on my porch swing when I hear a car pull in the driveway next door. I keep my back to the house, hoping if I do, they’ll just disappear. “Hola, Emily!” Brenda calls from next door. It’s not her fault her son is a jerk, so I figure I don’t have an excuse not to reply to her.

"Oh, come here let me introduce my son to you, son this is my friend's daughter." "Friend? What friend of just that I don't know?" Tony asked Helen, and she smiled. "How will you know when you are always working?" "Fine, I give up, I will be back before you know it." "Alright son," as Tony walks away her phone rings. "You, are you done with it?" Helen asked the caller. "No, I haven't been able to do it, her neighbor saves her."

“Jackson Young? As in, the Jackson Young?” I got Nelson to FaceTime me right away and told him about the e-mail. “You’re kidding, right?” “I’m not! It’s him! The Jackson Young from next door!” I read him the e-mail twice now, yet he still doesn’t believe me. “I’m your next door,” he replied, raising one eyebrow at me. “Okay, fine. The other next door neighbor!”

Finley I woke up to the ringing of my phone the next morning and the sun shining very brightly through the open curtains. There was a lingering smell of mint and rainfall and I sat upright in my bed and looked around. “Why are you calling me?” I groaned as I answered my phone. “Are you alone?” Harley whispered. “Why wouldn’t I be alone and why are you whispering?” I asked her as I held my pounding head. “We were just wondering because your hot neighbour took you home last night like a caveman,” she said and laughed.

I ignore her, crouching down, my fingers still dug in my hair as I bawl my eyes out. “Did something happen to Adrian? He moved out quickly last night,” the neighbor says again. This time her voice is softer. She sounds concerned. If only she knew I can’t form words; neither do I want to. Song I listened to while writing: Next To Me (Jordan Rodrigues)

SHAYLE Oh my god. He actually recognized me. The shock hit me as I blinked at him, heat crawling up my neck, and for a moment my tongue glued itself to the roof of my mouth. “Uh… I’m your neighbor,” I stammered out, clearing my throat way too late. “Next door.”

I go and stand next to her at the window and look out to see what, exactly, she is looking at. A handsome blonde man is working on the fence. I look at her and raise my eyebrows. “And who is he?” “He’s our new neighbor.” “Is he?” We both watch him through the window. “And what is our new neighbor’s name?” I ask. “Elliot.” “Elliot,” I repeat. “And where did you meet Elliot?” “At the park,” Owie interrupts. “Owie, eat your breakfast,” Jenna replies. My mouth drops open. “You’re going to the park to meet neighbors now?”

When my brother called on Monday morning, I was halfway through making breakfast. “Ella, I need a favor.” I stopped stirring my coffee and sighed. “That usually means you are about to ask for something annoying.” He laughed. “You know me too well.” “I have known you my whole life. Try me.” “My friend Leo needs somewhere to stay for a couple of months.” I stared at the phone. “Leo?” “Yes, Leo.”