New Girl Next Door

Chapter 1

Moving In

Haruhi looks up once they park, seeing a white house with a blue door, a large oval window in the middle. There was a fairly large drive way that could hold about four cars, two trees up front in the yard. She could see a wooden fence marking out the back yard, going as far back towards the woods without entering the woods. The house had two floors, not including the attic. It had a basement, which that level on the ground was covered in red bricks. On the right side, when you were looking towards it, she could see maroon colored wood chips, and bushes with purple flowers having bloomed brightly against the slightly darker shade of green. The flowers stopped beside the stairs that led up to the door, which, as she had seen in pictures, led to like a base area, in which you could choose to go downstairs or go upstairs where the rest of the rooms were. Beside her, her father was talking excitedly, seeing the movers having already started to pull into the drive way, while they had parked on the side of the road, right next to their house.

"Do you like it, Haruhi? I told you, you might like it more when you saw it in person!" He was telling her in excitement, brushing back his long hair, smiling brightly. She laughs a bit, smiling to him and nodding.

" I told you I did before, Dad. I really do," she assures him. He claps his hands in eagerly, smiling brightly.

"Oh, wonderful, wonderful! I'm so happy you like it, Haruhi! I'm going to go let them in, would you like help with your bags?" He then asks her, for probably the hundredth time.

"Dad, I can handle it, really," the teen tells him, making him pout a bit.

"Oh, alright. I'll let my little girl be all independent and strong, then," he replies before smiling once more. He made sure he had his light purple shoulder purse, before getting out. He then smiles and waves to the men bringing in their things. The brunette girl smiles and sighs a bit before getting out of the car, before going back to the back seats. She then notices across from her house was a little family, the two kids waving towards her enthusiastically, which she happily returned. It was clear they understood that she was just moving in.

Haruhi then pulls out her bags, but she didn't realize it was opened some, and some of her things fell out. Some CDs, nail polish, and a book. She groans. "Oh, come on..." She mumbles before setting her two bags aside. She starts to pick up her things, when she hears footsteps behind her, making her look over. It was a blond boy with violet eyes, a good bit taller than her, it seemed. He had a kind smile on his face.

"Hello there, Miss. Do you need some help?" He asks her. She shakes her head, sighing and looking back to her things.

"No, I've got it, don't worry," she tells him, putting away the last of her things. She started to get up to head inside, but her foot caught against the wheel of her suitcase, making her trip and fall. She yelps a bit, but before she could hit the ground, arms went around her, catching her. She blushes some in embarrassment, looking up and seeing the boy once more, blinking some. He laughed a bit, helping her stand upright once more.

"Are you sure? I can help you take this inside," he tells her, before picking up the duffel bag. She huffs a bit, looking to him, now holding the pull out bar for her case.

"I can handle it myself," she replies, before he seemed to sigh and give her back her bag.

"Very independent, are you, Princess?" He points out, making her glare a bit.

"Now, who are you calling 'Princess'? I just met you, don't call me that," she tells him sternly. The teen before her seemed to frown a bit, before laughing nervously, running a hand through his hair.

"Sorry about that. It's a bit of a habit," he explains to her score grinning. "My name is Tamaki Suoh. What is yours?"

"Haruhi Fujioka. It's nice to meet you, Tamaki. But really, I just got here, and my Dad and I need to get our stuff inside," she points out to him. The boy, Tamaki looked and then blinked in surprise.

"Wait... That's your father?" He asked in shock. She sighed and rolled her eyes.

"Yes, that's my father. Yeah, he's dressed like a girl, but that doesn't matter. I don't care what he looks like, he is still a good person on the inside, that's what matters. Now, if you don't mind, I'll be leaving," she tells him in an aggravated tone, beginning to walk off. Yeesh. That was pretty rude... Though, she could understand the confusion... Her father had become a transgender after her mother died... He had always worn more feminine attire before, but things were different now. It didn't embarrass her in the least. After all, she got confused for a guy all the time now, after she had to cut her hair short after gum was out in it by some boy, before she moved. She guessed it was because she was wearing her white t-shirt and frilly pink tank top over it, that kept her from looking like a boy. She tended to not really wear the "cutesy" clothes that her Dad loved so much and got her. It just wasn't what she liked...

With a sigh, she went to where her room would be, that her and her father decided together. Her room was upstairs, first room on the left in the hall. Second door though, on the left, given the first one was a closet. Her stuff hadn't been brought in by the movers yet, but that was ok. She would just leave her bags against the wall, to the right of the door, since it opened to the left. She looked out her window and noticed that Tamaki was still there, and he seemed to see her. He offered a bright smile and waved to her. She rolled her eyes, but have a small wave back, before shooing him off next. He appeared to laugh before nodding and running off to the left. She blinks and realizes his house must be next door. Great... So now she had to live with having him as a next door neighbor... What could happen...? Nothing good...