It's a cool August night and I'm moving into my new house where I will be living from now on. I moved here from Barcelona because my father got a job opportunity that offered him way more money than we had been making. But as people are bringing things in I notice a light go on in the house next to me. A face appears in the window and I look away, my cheeks flushing red from the stranger's gaze catching mine upon his window. I glance over at the house again and see the person still staring at me. How odd. I finally quit worrying about the handsome man in the window when my brother Caleb calls to me from inside, putting the stranger out of my mind and hurry inside still feeling his gaze burning into my back the whole time.

When I walk in I see Caleb surrounded by shards of glass in a state of panic. I quickly mask my surprise and grab the broom beginning to sweep up the mess. When I ask what happened he gives me a shrug of his shoulders and says that he dropped the box that had all our glasses in it. I guess I'll have to buy some plastic ones for now.

A knock sounds at the door and I make my way to the door, so much is buzzing around in my mind I open the door and am startled by the sight in front of me. It's a little boy, around the age of 8 and he is smiling up at me. I bend down and take his hands in mine and as I open my mouth to ask the boy what he is doing in front of my house knocking on my door, I hear the door to the house next door bursts open and a frantic looking man, probably around the age of 36, looks over to me, when he sees me holding what I presume is his son's hands, his face goes red with fury. I quickly let go and stand up but the sight of him walking towards me slowly and menacingly scares the crap out of me. I would have screamed and slammed the door closed then locked it if I weren't frozen in place by my growing fear. Right when he walks up to me and pulls his hand back, looking like he is about to hit me a man around the age of 19-two years older than me-opens the door and runs over to us. He bends down and whispers something in the boy's ear that makes his eyes go wide and jaw drop. He runs off and he then gives the older man a glare and looks into my terrified eyes.

"I'm really sorry about that, my father thinks that someone is going to steal my little brother for some odd reason." He looks sincere so instead of slamming the door in his face I answer him.

"Um, yeah, no problem." I say looking at the ground rather than his face.

"My name is Four." He states, this gets my attention, Four? If he pulls that really lame joke where the person is like 'hey! My name is four!' Then the other person says 'Four? Like the number?' and the first person says 'No, like FOURget about it!' I will kill him, I don't care if he saved me, I refused to live next to an egotistical jerk again.

"Ok…" I reply hesitantly but when he doesn't say anything instead giving me a weird look when I don't reply, so I continue. "Mines Tris." I stick my hand out for him to shake. He stares at it for a moment before grabbing it and giving it one firm shake before letting go. Now it's my turn to give him an awkward glance. "Don't shake hands often?" I ask, feeling a little bit odd. People are usually educated in the art of shaking hands, I didn't know it was that hard…

He scratches his neck turning a slight shade of pink. "No, uh, not really. We know everyone around here so, that's not really required anymore I guess." That makes sense. As I'm about to respond I hear Caleb calling me from inside.

"Sorry, that's my cue. It was nice meeting you Four. I hope I see you-"

"TRIS!"

"-around. Gotta run, bye." I turn around and run inside, leaving the door open. I look into the kitchen where Caleb has once again broken our dishes. I should get a plastic set of everything. Next thing I know I'm going to need a new couch too. At the rate this is going, I might just need a new house soon. I clean up and drag him into the living room and make him sit on the couch and watch tv. Sometimes I think I'm babysitting when I'm with him. And to think that I'm the younger sibling. I hear a knock on the door and do an awkward kind of half walk half run, kind of like that thing you do when your waiting for the car to go so you can cross the street but then they keep telling you to go, so you finally go and you want to get across quickly so you do an awkward kind of walk until you have reached the other side of the street, and found Four standing there, looking pink in the cheeks. "Hey, what are you doing back here?" I ask leaning against the door, arms crossed.

"My brother has been begging to ask if you wanted to join us for dinner. You could bring the guy that's in your house if you want." He scratches his neck again.

"Oh, Caleb? No, its fine. As long as I don't see my house burning down from your window, everything should be fine. Let just change, I don't think sweats and a tank top is appropriate. I'll just be a minute, you can come inside." I walk to the living room, Four trailing just behind me. "Caleb, I'm going out, and don't scare our company off. I hope you can handle two minutes with another guy. No fighting while I'm gone please?" He rolls his eyes and stares back at the screen in front of him. "Sorry." I say to Four and pat him on the back before running up the stairs to my bedroom.

I change into black jeans and a white flowing top that stops at my pant line. I walk down the stairs and both boys are staring at me. Ok then. "Is there something on my face?" I ask. They don't answer and don't look away. Well, I don't know how I'm supposed to talk to a bunch of robots but when I get to the base of the stairs I walk up to Four and drag him out of my house. Once we're outside, I cross my arms over my chest and he seems to snap out of it. "Were you guys talking about me? What did Caleb say?" I know I sound slightly like a bitch but I'm really irritated.

"No! No, I just, you look really nice. Umm, let's go." He leads me down the sidewalk and next door, like I couldn't do it on my own, but instead of offending me it's really sweet. I know he's aware that I don't need him to lead me but he does it anyways. He opens the door for me and the little boy from before runs up to me and hugs my legs because that's as high as he can reach. I look up as his father gives me the death look.

This is going to be an interesting dinner.

AN: So this is a new story! I hope you all like it! This is NOT a sequel, just because high school is over and stuff doesn't mean it's a sequel. I know I said I might post one but I'm not…

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