A/N: This is just going to help you understand the story.
I am Kristen Moore, and Dustin lives next door. I know that sounds so cliché, but what more can I say? Dustin Smith is a player, at least he is now. He never used to be.
We were both five when we met, I moved in next door to the Smiths with my younger brother and mom. I say he's my younger brother, but he is my twin, and I am older by seventeen minutes.
Anyways, Dustin and I really became good friends at about age eight, and it escalated from there, really. We hung out every day, playing video games and swimming and having great times.
It was when I was sixteen, Dustin gave me my first kiss. It was magical, obviously, but it was heart breaking.
After that kiss Dustin didn't talk to me, he shut me out. I saw him making out with other girls at school, and it made me realize that he is a player.
A heartless jerk.
He made me fall for him and he didn't even understand how I felt. I cried for so long, and then I cut the inside of my ankle, making an X, reminding me that I will never cry over Dusting Smith ever again.
A/N: OMG I hope you like it everyone!!!
DU LIEST GERADE
My Neighbor
Jugendliteratur"Dustin," I hiss. He turns to me. "What if we get caught?" I ask nervously. "Why are we even here?!" He sighed. "Do shut up," he muttered, grabbing the back of my head and forcing my lips to his. His strawberry, minty breath filled my mouth and I c...
