Okay. First lets get to know the real you. Your name is Haley James. But everyone calls you Hales. You're 17 and quite short for your age, 5'4. You are at an average weight but everyone in your family describes you as chubby but you will quickly shed those so called pounds and look drop dead gorgeous. But you don't think that because you are modest and not all that concerned. You have brown hair and hazel eyes. Your choice of dress is black jeans, tank top, hoodie and black thongs. You wear no makeup and like your hair pulled back in a ponytail. Well that's you anyway.
Both your parents are very attractive, your father was an ex male model and your mom was at one time Miss. America. You have an older sister who's 18. Your sister is your complete opposite. 5'6, wavy beach blond hair with blue eyes, hot model type body. She goes to your school and is Miss. Popularity.

I think that's enough for now. Here's the story!

You wake up at your normal time and pull on your black jeans and tank top not really caring about you appearance. You jog down stairs and make your way to the fridge.

"Honey, I really wish you would watch what you eat." Your mother would say. You wave her off as you help yourself to an apple.
You knew your weight and didn't care. Your parents said you were not chubby, just average, but the point is that they were all stick figures with great bodies and what not.

Your sister comes downstairs smiling her boy-stopping smile. You hated her, not because she was everything you were not, thin, tall, and beautiful, but because she was rude about it. She was gorgeous and knew it. She would even say it everywhere she went and that made you feel like trash.

Everyone said that she looked a lot like your father. He also had blond hair and blue eyes. Even in his forties he still looked attractive and still had a muscular build.

You had been told to look like your mother but you couldn't see it. Your mother had long wavy brown hair with light brown eyes that were anything but plain. She was short like you. But she looked good. She was skinny and looked like an hourglass.

"I'm ready!" your Sister exclaimed.

"Hales, please go get ready. We have to get going," said your mother. You were called Hales alot. You had no clue why.

"But mum..." "I am ready!"
"Are you sure there is nothing else you can wear? We 'ARE' going to a very important family reunion today. You should look presentable."
"I am presentable! I am wearing clothes aren't I? Its not like I'm naked like some people here!" You glared at your Sister. She was wearing a black mini skirt that was way too short and a pink halter-top that showed off her perfect feminine body.

"Mom," your sister whined, "we are going to be late!"
"Very well! Lets go, your father is waiting in the car."
At the reunion you felt way out of place. You were stuck in a house full of beautiful ex-models, models, new models and just plain annoying popular people. You had nothing in common with any of them. When dinner was done everyone got up and left to talk in another room. You didn't feel like joining in the conversation so you decided to clean up the table. Your grandmother noticed you and went to help. She had a way of making you laugh. She was very pretty for a 60-year-old. You could tell that she had all the guys wanting her when she was young. Besides you had seen her old pictures, she was pretty hot. Suddenly your grandmother stopped laughing and looked at you seriously.
"You know, Haley," "You are the most beautiful person here out of everyone in this family." You looked at her a bit thunder struck. "Don't tell anyone I told you this, but I do consider you my favorite grandchild and the most beautiful...Yes, even prettier than your sister." She answered your unasked question.

But that was one year ago from today. You had never forgotten what your grandmother had told you. You looked into your mirror but still didn't see what she saw. You did notice how much you had changed though. Your parents had gotten a pool and you have been spending most of your summer time in it. As a result of all your swimming, you had lost a lot of that so-called weight your parents had kept commenting about, and now you were at your ideal weight according to them. You were now starting to get some muscle, your legs and even your body was getting some muscle from all the swimming. Your hair had lightened a lot in the sun but it was still brown. Just a very light shade of it. And despise all the sun block you have been putting on you still managed to get a tan, which drew attention to your hazel eyes.

Your eyes are one thing you love about yourself. Your eyes change color. They were dark brown when you were sad or depressed. Green when you were happy or angry, and when you were just content they returned to their natural light hazel color. The coolest part was that when out in the sun, when the light hit just right, your eyes turned yellow as if the sun was reflecting off your eyes. Your parents and grandmother had told you about the change in your eye color was depending on your mood. But nobody else ever noticed. At the moment your eyes were your regular hazel.

After you had looked yourself over in the mirror you put on some sweatsuit pants and a tank top over your bikini. It was the first time you really noticed how much weight you had lost. Dressed, you ran downstairs and dashed outside you, suddenly stopped dead in your tracks.

There was a moving van next door. Curious about the new neighbors you stood still and watched.

An incredibly HOT guy was helping unload things from the van. He looked to be around your age if not a little older. He had black hair and you wished you could have seen his eyes from this distance.

You half noticed your older sister, pull up in her purple beetle. She walked up to you, her eyes on the moving van as well, she was just about to ask you about the new neighbors when she too noticed the hottie now jumping down from the van. After bending over to pick up a water bottle from the side of the van and taking a big gulp from it. He took off his shirt to reveal a very sweaty but VERY perfectly delicious, well-defined body.

Noticing you had your mouth open and closed it quickly. Your sister must have found him attractive also because she flew herself over to introduce herself. You hated her for being so bold but at the same time wished you too could do the same. You noticed him look up and smile warmly at her. A smile that could make you melt. He then glanced your way and threw you a small smile too. You smiled back, as your heart started to pound out of your chest. Hot, hot, hot oh my god, HOT! Was all you could think at that apparent moment as you stared at him but as soon as he shook your sister's hand you turned and got into your black mustang convertible not really wanting to see what would happen next.