Jamie Reyant's POV:
"It's not the same..." I paused and looked up to Graham.
"It's gonna have to do." Graham dropped the remains of our bags in the entry way.
I remained silent, slowly looking around. I had never been to this house before, but surely our father had it fully furnished. He had sent us here while he was away in Afghanistan.
"Look, dad just wants us to be happy, Jamie."
"Then he never should of joined the army." I say bitterly while I pick up my purple duffle bag, running up the staircase that was connected too the kitchen. I quickly found a room that was obviously made for a teenage girl. He must of sent in a hoe designer. On the other hand, he did leave me the master bedroom.
I spin in circles, looking at the huge room. The room simply looked like a Tumblr room. Dropping my duffle bag in the computer desk chair, I decide I should get too know the town I'd be stuck in.
"Graham!" I yell for my brother as I walk around the large house.
"Downstairs!" I barely hear. I take off too the basement, taken back by what I find.
"It's beautiful.." I pause, spinning in circles again.
Graham's low chuckle fills the air. "Your the only person I know who would think that!"
"Dad got us our own personal gym.. and it takes up the whole basement!" I laugh, fully in love with even the idea. It was full of equipment, training videos, protein shake, all that fun stuff!
"Us? More like dad made you a gym and me too fix it! What'd you need?"
"Well, dad's making me live in a hell hole of a town so I figured... I'd go look around?"
With that, I was on my way to town. I walk there, seeing as it was only a few blocks and I'd been in the car most of the day. I approach a small coffee shop, deciding to pop in.
"Hello, how many I.. new too town?" A tall man smiles at me. He has sharp facial features with curly hair.
I return the smile. "Yeah! I'm Jamie." I hold my hand out for him too shake, which he does.
"Daniel Sharman. What can I get for you?"
"Cappuccino, please!"
I was walking out of the parking lot, when someone ran into me making me spill and fall on my face.
"Damn it." I mumble, looking up as a pair of chocolate brown eyes stare back at me, full of apology.
"I am so sorry! Like, I can't believe how clumsy I am. Oh, my. I'm sorry! I ruined your jacket," The man seemed to stutter on and on. My eyes were still locked on him and I had almost completely forgot what had happened.
"Oh, um.. I accept your apology! Accidents happen." I tried to wipe off my jacket, as the man holds out his hand to help me off the ground.
"Well thank you!" He smiled, which made me smile back like an idiot but something about him made it as if I couldn't help it. "Are you new to the area?"
"How does everyone know that?" I laughed, seeing his white smile again.
"It's a small town." His laugh as too die for. "I'm Dylan, Dylan O'Brien." He holds out his hand for me to shake, which of course I did. As I touch his hand, a tingle ran through me and I try to hide a confused look.
"Jamie Reyant."
He smiles at me, returns his glance to the jacket, before saying "Let me buy you a new coffee and I'll drive you home".
"I really don't live far,"
"I insist!" As we climbed into his blue Jeep, we're full of small talk and laughter. "Where too?"
I gave him an address and his head whipped my way. I almost looked like he could have gotten whip-lash. "What?" I laugh, seeing his mouth hit the floor.
"Well off we go, neighbor." Dylan's smile shined as he returned his eyes to the road.
Instead of pulling into my driveway, Dylan pulls into his which as he said was right next door. I didn't think there was a second with Dylan that I hadn't been smiling.
"Thank you so much for the ride and coffee!"
"Thank you for the laughs and.." A black mustang speeds into the driveway and Dylan's full attention was gone. "I.. um... I'll see you tonight!"
"What?" I yell at him as he rushes towards the mustang.
"We invited the new neighbors, A.K.A your family over for dinner!" He yells back before, running the rest of the way too the car.
I sigh, looking at my designer jacket that was now ruined and slowly made the way to my front door. I climb up my front steps, as the go back through the events with Dylan. A huge smile rises on my face and I turn around too see Dylan and the man in the mustang harshly arguing back and forwarth. Finally Dylan climbs in the car and they rush off. Curious, I return too the house.
"I'm home!" I yell to Graham before sitting in the living room.
"Hey! Jamie, be prepare for dinner at five with the neighbors!" He yelled back and I couldn't help but to smile. I had about two hours to get ready.
Graham and I make our way too Dylan's house. As we knock on the door, I hear footprints rushing too the door. An old man opens the door, who I assume is Dylan's dad.
"You guys must be Graham and Jamie Reyant!" He smiles and leads us to a dining room. "This is my daughter Sally".
"Hey!" Her smile was much like Dylan's but otherwise they looked nothing alike. "Excuse me for a minute".
I studied her as she walked to the kitchen, making a phone call. I waited for Dylan to walk down the stairs or make a grand entrance but it didn't seem to be coming anytime soon.
"Goddamnit." Sally mumbled and walked back with a bowl of salad in her hands. "Sorry! My little brother seems to be running late." She smiles at me then Graham and he father come rushing in behind her.
"Sal, where's Dyl?" He sets another thing of food down and take a place at the head of the table.
"He didn't answer his phone.." They both got quiet.
"So how old are you guys?" Graham smiled at Sally.
"Dylan is 19 and I'm 22" I smile, noticing Dylan and I are the same age.
"You guys make me feel old." Their dad, Tom laughs.
"You are old, dad!" The room erupted in laughter.
Graham and I had just helped them clean up and I was giving Sally and Tom a hug goodbye as Dylan rushes through the door.
"I'm so sorry I'm late!" His eyes immediately fall in mine. I give a disappointed glance at him.
I push past him, making my way home, letting Sally and Tom deal with him for the rest of the night.
