Quick A/N!
Just for before you read the story, I'd like ya'll to know that I know that it isn't written very well. My lack of description in a couple of parts are noted.
Thanks! -Raizel99
This morning I caught a moving-truck in front of the house next door. The family who bought it is from New York. A really good friend of mine used to live there, but she moved to Connecticut.
I bolted down the stairs when I finished getting dressed- loose shirt tied on the side by a ponytail, and dark shorts – threw on my FitFlops, and joined mom (who was holding a cake) at the door to go greet our new neighbors.
Dad took Sam to a friend's house just a few minutes ago, so we left the door unlocked, just incase he got home before we did.
I followed mom up the steps to their front door, and she knocked. I heard a faint, "one minute!" and another, deeper voice, "I'll get it!" I looked at the door as I heard the turning of a lock. It opened slowly, and when it was open half-way, I was met with a pair of gorgeous green eyes, and a smirk playing at those soft lips when the God in front of me saw me.
"Hi," my mom started, "we live right next door, and we came over to welcome you guys here. " A woman, about as old as my mom, came up behind the boy and put her hand on his shoulder.
"Please, come on in. I'm Catherine, and this is my son, Zach. You are?" she said.
"I'm Rachel, and this is my daughter, Cameron." Said mom.
"It's Cammie. Nobody but my teachers call me Cameron." I added as mom and I entered the house. The boy, Zach, kept his eyes trained on me, and I felt like squirming under his gaze.
I stayed a bit behind my mom as Catherine led the way to the kitchen. I knew my way around this house by heart, but every time I'd admire the house. The inside is just gorgeous. I let my eyes wander, and they landed on the staircase that led upstairs. Just to the left was Anna's room, after that her brother's, and across the hall her parent's bedroom, with a bathroom further down…
"Cammie." Mom whispered, nudging me slightly. "I know you miss Anna, but there's nothing you can do." I looked up at her.
"I know." I said.
"Is everything alright?" I heard Catherine ask, and I nodded.
"Mommy! Who's here?" I saw a girl who looked almost identical to her mom bound into the kitchen, a stuffed animal tucked under her right arm.
"These are our neighbors," Catherine started, crouching down next to the girl. "Mrs.…?" She paused to look at my mom.
"Morgan." My mom said.
"Mrs. Morgan, and her daughter, Cammie." Catherine continued.
"Hi, Cammie! I'm Courtney. You're really pretty." Said Courtney, walking up to me. "Do you want to play dolls with me?"
"Sure! Where are we going?" I answered, letting her take my hand and drag me down the hall.
"To the den!" I looked back at my mom, and smiled. I gave her a thumbs-up with my other hand, letting her know I'm good. I caught Zach looking at me with a smile on his face. My smile grew just a bit bigger, and I turned my head to follow Courtney.
She dragged me to the back room, and let go of my hand to get a few dolls.
"You can pick first, if you want." She said, putting the dolls on the floor in front of me as she sat down.
"Hmm… Can I have her?" I pointed to a doll with blue eyes, and brown hair.
"Of course! Her name's Selena."
"What's her name?" I held up a doll with brown eyes and blond hair.
"That's Christina. And that one is called Angie, and the other one is Erica."
"Can I have Christina too?"
"Yeah! I wanted Angie and Erica anyway. They're royal."
"Are mine royal?"
"No!" she laughed.
"But I want to be a princess!" I pouted.
"Fine. Selena is, but Christina isn't."
"Yay!" I smiled.
We started a game about how Christina was evil, and tried to steal the throne from Erica, the queen. Selena was the princess, and Angie was their maid. We were at the point where Christina trapped Erica in a closet with Selena, so they couldn't get out in time for the proclamation of the new queen.
"You'll never stop me! Once I'm crowned queen, I'll lock the two of you in the dungeon, so you'll never escape!" I added an evil laugh, setting Christina's hands so they were in the air, a sign of some sort of victory.
Courtney started laughing, and I heard a chuckle from behind me. I turned around to see Zach looking at me with an amused expression.
"What?" I asked him.
"You're one evil chick." He eyed me. "Can I get locked in a dungeon cell, too, but with you? So we'll never escape?" He winked.
I scoffed at him, turning back to face Courtney.
"You interrupted our game, Butthead." I said. Courtney busted out in a fit of giggles, and I smiled.
"Oh? So you think I'm a butt? I'm probably a very s-e-x-y one too. I wouldn't mind you gra-" he was cut off by our moms coming in the room, mine telling me that we needed to go.
"Sorry, Courtney, but I need to go. I'll come over again soon, and we can continue playing, if you want." I told her. She beamed.
"Really? Are you sure?" she asked.
"Positive." I smiled at her.
"Yay!" She got up and hugged me, and I gave her a tight squeeze. "I hope you can come back soon."
"I'll try. I need to see what my schedule is." I pulled away from the hug, walking over to my mom, throwing a wink in Zach's direction.
"Nice meeting you guys! Thanks for having me over." I said, as my mom and I walked out.
"Courtney loves you." Mom said. I laughed.
"Yeah, I know. She's so adorable!"
"That Zach kid seems pretty interested in you, don't you think?" I blushed.
"Mom!"
"What was he saying before we came in?"
"Something that Courtney shouldn't have had to hear." I opened the door. "But thank-you for stopping him, or who knows what else he might've said!" I ran up to my room before my mom could say anything else.
"Cammie! He was hitting on you! He was quite cute." Mom yelled up the stairs.
Ugh! "Whatever!" I shut the door to my room, walking to the opposite side to open the shades, letting the sunlight in. I went to my desk, opening up my MacBook and clicking on iTunes. I scrolled through my list of songs, deciding on dancing to I Miss the Misery by Halestorm. I was head banging, jumping, and just going crazy to the song, dancing all around the room. Toward the middle of the song, I felt like someone was watching me. I looked out the window, and guess who's there- Zach!
I pretended I didn't notice him, and continued dancing. I started by swaying my hips to the beat, running my hands through my hair, and then falling to the ground. I shimmied my way back up, with my hands at my sides. I ended by stretching the head bang 'til the end of the song, and throwing my hands up afterwards, my hips cocked to the side.
I was breathing heavily, and I dropped my arms, looking to the window. Zach was still there, his eyes glued to me. I quickly looked away, putting on I Get Off (same band). It totally suits the situation right now. Neither one of us are touching ourselves, but he's definitely got a hard-on, and I am totally going to get him completely turned-on.
I was swinging my hips, running my hands through my hair, doing the puff-out-chest move with swaying arms, and a few other moves that flowed with the dance. I fell back on my bed, arms spread out next to me, completely spent. I knew that Zach was still watching me, even without looking at the window, but I was still curious…
I immediately brought my eyes back up to my ceiling. OMG! He was adjusting himself, with his pants and boxers off, in front of the window! That's really hot, and I'm really flattered that I made him do that, but still… it's kind of uncomfortable.
I decided to tease him a bit more, by standing up and taking off my shirt, revealing a black lace bra underneath. I threw my shirt on my bed, and walked to my closet, opening a drawer that consisted of all my tank tops. I threw a red one on, and shut the drawer with my hip.
I stole a glance at Zach to see him with wide eyes, his hand moving faster up and down his shaft. Just that sight of him got me hot, and I lowered the a/c from 20 degrees C to 16 degrees C.
I sat down in my chair in front of my desk, and paused the song that was playing. I shut my computer, and stood back up, purposely walking to the window. I unlocked the door, and walked onto the balcony, sitting in one of the chairs I placed there.
I looked into Zach's gorgeous green eyes, never moving my gaze. I licked my upper lip slowly, watching his eyes following my tongue.
"Did you enjoy the show?" I yelled. A look of confusion crossed his face, and he pulled on his boxers, and then his pants. He walked over to his window, unlocking it the same way I did mine, and tugged it open, closing it behind him, and stepping onto his balcony.
"What did you say?" he asked.
"I said, did you enjoy the show?" I repeated. He smirked.
"I loved it." He paused, gazing intensely at me. "Did you see anything you like?"
"Sure did!" I winked at him, and laughed. "If my dancing gets you that hot, I'm totally doing it more often." He raised his eyebrows.
"Then how about you come over here and give me a lap dance? I'm sure you'd enjoy that."
"Nah, I think you'd like it more than I would."
"Oh, come on, babe. We could get down and dirty, have a little fun." I looked him dead in the eyes.
"That really doesn't sound so tempting."
"Your loss." He turned around, opening the door.
"But I can deal with being your friend, just not sex-buddy, 'cause that's gross." He laughed this time, looking at me with a smile.
"Sure thing. See you tomorrow?"
"See you tomorrow." I smiled back at him, and he walked into his room, shutting the door behind him.
"Dinner!" I heard my mom call. I shut my Mac, jumped out of my seat, and ran down the stairs.