The Boy Next Door

meeting Blake

The summer of my dreams

My summer is not going to turn out how I wanted it to. My parents kicked me out so now I have to go to California with my aunt. Long story short, they found out that I snuck out the other night to go to a party. Personally, that's a stupid reason to kick your 17 years old daughter out, but whatever. My aunt Stacy is super nice and super lenient with rules. Although I planned to hang out with my friends on Myrtle Beach, it might not be that bad in California.

I packed all my stuff last night, my parents bought the soonest flight to Santa Monica so they didn't have to deal with me. I packed all the necessities: toiletries, clothes, and books, of course. I know absolutely NO ONE in Santa Monica but my aunt was saying something about a friend's son that could show me around. His name is Blake, hopefully he's nice.

We made it to the airport after a silent and awkward 45 minute drive. My dad dropped me off at the gate and left shortly after. The only money he gave me was to give to Aunt Stacy because I'm "a lot to deal with". Aunt Stacy will never know she was supposed to get money, so I'm getting snacks.

I got to the store and bought pretzels and m&ms, the best combination. Now I was prepared for the 7 hour flight from South Carolina all the way to California. It's gonna be a lot different there.

I ate both of my snacks along with 3 cups of water on the way there and when I got off, Aunt Stacy was there to greet me. She looks the same as she always has. Green eyes, ginger hair, and the same old smile. I love her smile with my whole heart. It's just so, what's the word? Warm? Yes, warm.

Opening her arms, she excitedly said, "Emma! It's so good to see you!"

"You too!" I replied, happy to see her.

"Sorry it had to be under bad circumstances. But, I'm not as strict as your dad. It'll be fun."

A sigh of relief let my body. This summer might be amazing after all.

We made our way to baggage claim and hoisted my blue suitcase off the conveyer. It was really heavy for a tiny suitcase. I could barely fit all my clothes in it, why was it so heavy?

We made our way out to her car from the airport when I finally asked the burning question in my head.

"So what's Blake like? Does he have a girlfriend?"

Okay. Maybe a little too straight forward.

With a chuckle, Stacy said that he just got out of a relationship about 6 months ago and she thinks he's single.

Score.

We finally walked up to a bright teal jeep when Stacy told me to put my luggage in the back. This car was BEAUTIFUL. The color was just, wow.

. . . .

The drive home was about 15 minutes. She lives in a cute little house right on the beach.

"Where does Blake live?" I asked, curiously.

"Right there," she said. Pointing to a beautiful modern house. It looked NOTHING like hers. He was also our next door neighbor. Easy to sneak in and out of. As I was thinking about the endless possibilities, a GORGEOUS guy walked out of the house. He had dirty blonde hair, probably 5'11 and the body of a god.

"Speak of the devil. That's him"

There's no way. There's no way I was blessed enough to have HIM show me around.

"Oh hi Stacy! That must be Emma." He said with a smile.

When I heard my name I snapped back to life.