Claire woke up early on a rainy summer morning to the sound of her loud Labrador retriever, Buddy, barking his brains out.
Claire had blonde hair that came down to her chest, and she had bright blue eyes. Claire lived with her father. Her mother had died when she was 10 years old. She was an only child, and often got bored of it. Her father worked overnight sometimes, so he slept in often.
Claire got up out of bed, went into the bathroom, and showered. She did her make-up. She pulled on a tank top, shorts, and flip-flops, and ran downstairs, because he dog was still barking.
"Buddy, what are you barking at?!" Claire snapped. She got very annoyed when Buddy barked because he did it often and it was usually because of a random person walking down the block.
Claire opened up her front door and walked out into the misty air. A moving truck was in front of her old neighbor's house, and movers were moving furniture in the house.
"New neighbors." Claire thought.
As Claire turned to go back inside, someone yelled "Hi there!"
Claire turned and saw a girl who must have been a few years older than her, coming her way.
"Hey." Claire replied with a smile.
"I'm Maggie Fisher." Said the girl putting out her hand.
"Hi, I'm Claire Lyons." She replied taking Maggie's hand and shaking it. "I'm fifteen, you?"
"Seventeen. We just moved here from San Francisco. I guess we're going to be neighbors." She said with a smile.
"Yeah," Claire said with a laugh "There are no kids on this block except for the Harrings, who live right over there. But their kids are six and four. So this is good news!"
"Oh, well my brother, Cam, is fifteen too. You'll probably be friends" said Maggie.
The thought of meeting a new boy Claire's age made her happy.
"Really?" asked Claire, hoping to hear more about Cam.
"Yeah, you can meet him, come on." Said Maggie turning and walking towards her new home.
Claire followed thinking about what he was like. When they walked into the house, Claire noticed that it was pretty much empty. First Maggie introduced Claire to her mother. Maggie had told Claire that her parents have been divorced for ten years.
"Mom, this is Claire. She lives next door. She's Cam's age." Said Maggie stepping next to Claire.
"Hello Claire, Nice to meet you." They said. Claire observed them. Mrs. Fisher was a short woman, and she had dark brown hair tied back into a ponytail. She had a welcoming smile. Claire liked her already.
"We're going to go upstairs," Maggie told her mom. On the way upstairs Maggie said, "Hey, you want to help me set up my room?"
"Sure, sound fun." Said Claire.
They walked to the last room in the hallway, and there was loud music blasting from inside. "Cam." thought Claire.
Maggie banged on the door. "CAM!" she yelled, annoyed at the volume of the music.
The volume went down from inside and suddenly the door flung open and revealed the most beautiful boy Claire had ever seen. He has shaggy brown hair, and one blue eye and one green.
"WHAT?!" he yelled, but he turned red when he noticed Claire standing next to his sister. "Oh, um hi." He said embarrassed.
"Hey." Claire said blushing.
"This is Claire. She lives next door. You're the same age. Be nice." Said Maggie smirking at how red the two were.
"Okay, okay Maggie, damn you're so annoying. Nice to meet you, Claire." Said Cam as he smiled and closed the door.
Claire felt butterflies in her stomach as her and Maggie walked back to the front yard. "Gosh, he was so cute!" Thought Claire.
"So you and my brother hit it off pretty well." Said Maggie laughing.
"What?! I met him for five seconds! Why you think he likes me?" said Claire flipping out.
"Relax Claire, all I'm saying is you were both blushing like crazy. But if he has any taste at all, maybe something will happen." said Maggie grinning. "Well I'm gonna go, see you around Claire!" and she walked back home.
"Bye!" yelled Claire, and she smiled as she walked back to her house. She was happy she made a new friend, maybe even two.
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"You meet the new neighbors yet, Claire honey?" asked Claire's father at the dinner table.
"Yeah I actually did, they're very nice. They have a girl, named Maggie, she's seventeen, and a boy my age named Cam." said Claire mumbling the last part.
"What was that, hun?" asked Claire's father. He could be extremely overprotective, especially since her mother had died.
"Cam is my age, he's nice." said Claire getting annoyed. Why did her dad have to have a problem with every boy Claire said two words to?
"Hmm." said Claire's father as he took a bite of his chicken. Claire's ex boyfriend, Josh Holtz, treated Claire terribly, and her father hated him. Claire didn't blame her dad, she didn't like Josh either. But that doesn't mean he should judge any guy Claire befriends.
"We're going to stop by tomorrow, you know, welcome them into the neighborhood. What's their last name?" asked Claire's dad.
"Fisher, dad." said Claire. She knew this would be a nightmare. Her dad would scare off Cam and then nothing could ever happen between them! Claire was getting ahead of herself. The only thing she ever said to the kid was a measly "hey".
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Sure enough, the next afternoon, Claire and her father were at the front door of the Fisher residence.
The door swung open revealing Mrs. Fisher.
"Hello! You must be Claire's father!" exclaimed a smiling Mrs. Fisher.
"Call me Jacob, please." said Mr. Lyons shaking her hand.
"I'm Anne." replied Mrs. Fisher. "Hi Claire!" she said pulling me into a warm hug.
"Hi Mrs. Fisher. We made you brownies!" I said handing her the tray.
"Thank you guys! Maggie's not home, but Cam is in the living room, you can go in." said Mrs. Fisher leading them into the kitchen.
Claire walked into the living room to find Cam.
"Hey Claire." said Cam smiling. "What are you doing here?"
"My dad and I made you brownies… well I actually made them but, you know." said Claire laughing. She was pathetically happy he remembered her name.
"There's brownies?!" asked cam excitedly "Where?!"
"In the kitchen…" Claire laughed. But before she could ask where Maggie was he ran to the kitchen. Claire could not stop thinking about how freaking cute he was. She followed him into the kitchen to find him talking to Claire's dad and Mrs. Fisher. "Crap" thought Claire. Then they all started laughing. Claire was confused. She expected her father to be stern but instead him and Cam were getting along.
"So Cam, do you play any sports?" asked Mr. Lyons as Claire sat next to cam at the table.
"Yes, I play soccer. Center forward." said Cam proudly.
Claire found herself day dreaming about Cam as she was sitting right next to him. "He is so hot." thought Claire.
"Claire?" the sound of her father's voice interrupted her thoughts.
"Huh?" asked Claire, clueless.
"I asked you if you would take Cam here on a tour of the town?" said Mr. Lyons confused.
"Cam, you'd like that, right?" asked Mrs. Fisher.
"Yeah, sure, if that's okay with you, Claire?" inquired Cam.
"Let's go." Claire laughed.
Cam ran upstairs and grabbed his leather jacket and they stepped outside. They started walking and Claire broke the silence.
"You want to see my house?" she asked.
"Yeah, sure." said Cam.
Claire opened her front door and they walked in. Claire was happy she decided to straighten up the mess that filled her house the day before.
"Nice house." said Cam.
Claire led Cam upstairs to her room and he immediately spotted her guitar.
"Hey, is that a Gibson J200?" said Cam picking it up.
"Yup." said Claire proudly.
"You play?" asked Cam as he started strumming chords.
"Well I used to play, but I haven't since my mom died really…" she trailed off.
"I'm sorry," Cam immediately said.
"No! Don't worry, its fine." said Claire.
There was a silence when all of a sudden Cam broke it.
"So, we'll be going to the same school in the fall… What's it like?"
"It's okay I guess. School is school. It's filled with rich snobs from the east side of town. I've got three good friends. That's about it." said Claire.
"No you don't." said Cam.
Claire gave Cam a questioning look. He smiled. "Oh god," Claire thought, It's so beautiful when he smiles.
He chuckled and said. "You've got four good friends."