I remember the day that Brittany left the town; her father got a very important job in Washington and they couldn't miss the opportunity.

Brittany was my girlfriend. Yes, I'm lesbian, or I thought I was. When I knew she was going to leave, my world fell apart. She was everything for me; she was the only single thing on Earth that made me happy.

"Santana, I have to go…"

The words echoed in my ears and in my head over and over again the night that she left me forever, and I didn't even know that it was going to be for the rest of our lives.

I was naïve because of being in love, and I thought that our time will come back to us someday, but it didn't. Brittany and her parents took the 6 am flight, and that was the last time I saw her.

It was strange to see her empty house. All around her was always full of life, and the building without her was… just dead. It used to be a beautiful house when her family was there. Their garden always had flowers, and whenever you passed by the house, you could hear happy music played in the piano by her mother. But the day that they left, the house died.

One week later of that horrible day, the "For sale" poster appeared in the front garden. A tear escaped from my eyes when I saw it. That day I realized that Brittany was gone. I couldn't think on new neighbors, for me, that was the Pierce's home, my second home.

But time passed, and a new family bought the house. It was autumn when they arrived, I remember it very well; I was looking through my window.

A woman got out of a luxury car that was inconsistent with our neighborhood –I mean, it was a pretty one, but barely choose by rich people–, and after her, her husband. He opened his door and got out as well. I thought that it was going to be just them, when a third door got opened and a very-well-known boy stepped out of the engine. I opened my mouth as much as I could with surprise, then I frowned. "God, the world is really big, you have many people to choose from, and you chose this one to be my neighbor?" I thought.

The boy ruffled his hair as he used to always do, with his head high and his air of calm grandeur. His name was Sebastian Smythe, the rich and egotistical boy from France. He was born on Paris, but he came to the United Stated of America three years ago. His mother was English and his father was French, as him, and a very famous classical pianist and musician. The man unlocked the door of the house, and they walked in with their moving bags.

I sighed, and lied in my bed, falling asleep. I woke up two hours later and I found that my window was still open, so I decided to close it. I walked to where it was, when I found Sebastian doing the same thing in his new room, which was exactly in front of mine. He looked at me surprised, his expression was almost funny.

–Welcome to Evening Road, Smythe. –I said loudly so he could hear me, with a sneer in my face. I noticed a "What the hell" gesture from him, so I added– I'm your neighbor. –he changed his confused look to his usual smirk.

–Sha-quee-ra… such a pleasure. I knew that this was a low-class neighborhood, but I never imagined it was that low. –he answered.

–You're saying that because of you? Don't bring yourself so down, you poor soul.

–Very funny Lopez, very funny. I would like to keep talking with you, but I have more interesting things to do.

–Oh, so we at least have one thing in common. –I said smiling and I finally closed my window. I decided to go running to clear my mind, so I changed my pijamas for a pair of tight trousers, sneakers and a T-shirt. I fixed my hair, and grabbing my MP3 player, I walked out of my house. Unfortunately, so did Sebastian.

I rolled my eyes as I saw he was walking towards me with the sarcastic smile in his face.

–It seems like today we're going to see each other everywhere. –he stated and I rolled my eyes again.

–Oh, don't worry about that. Good night. –I said as I sighed and ran off to the opposite direction, pressing the play button in the music player. I turned my look covertly to where he was, and he just shrugged and started to walk in the other way. I was so upset, thinking that Brittany left me alone forever and now in her house was living a jerk.