Chapter 1

This isn't your normal I fell for the boy next door story. No, this is more then that, this is my story. The story of a Jersey Girl who moved to a big town. A town full of people who don't care about other people. A town full of people who think the world is all about them, but of course its not.

Anyway before I get on with my little story let me tell you about me. My name is Victoria Harris but call me Riley (long story there). I live with my dad, Joey and my dog Sammie. I have two brothers Trevor who is 24 and lives in Florida, and Jason who is 28 and is overseas in the army. My mom died when I was 10 and now 8 years later I'm still not over it.

Okay now let's get on with my story….

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Riley POV

I was in my room packing everything for "the big move" as my dad called it. You know why he calls it that? It's because we live in a small town in New Jersey called Franklin, and we're moving to, wait for that's right everyone, Las Angles California.

I put the last box from my room in the RV (yes I said RV, me and my dad are moving to California in an RV, got a problem with that?)and sat in the passenger's seat waiting for my dad. When he finally came out of the house with a small box that I knew had all my mom's stuff in it, he started the car and we were on our way.

"Did you have to bring that box dad?" I ask once we 20 minutes away from our old house.

"Riley I know you don't like seeing your mother's things but it brings good memories for me. So yes I did have to bring that box." He answered. I nodded and stud up to go to the back of the RV.

There was a small room with two beds. I sat down one and started listening to my iPod touch.

About an hour later I was sitting on the same bed painting my toe nails when my dad hit a bump in the road. The nail polish spilt on the bed and a little on my still playing iPod. I sighed and clean my iPod the best I could, I walked out to where my dad was driving doing the "I just painted toes dance".

"You made me spill nail polish on my iPod and one of the beds." I said.

"Maybe shouldn't have been painting your toes in an RV." My dad said with a smile on his face.

"Well I just thought you would like to know since it was your bed I spilt the nail polish on." I laughed because it was true; my dad just nodded his head like he knew I would do that. Me and my dad always had a great relationship, we told each other everyone, and we never lied to each other. I was always closer to my dad then my mom, I was always that way. I turned on the radio and sat next to him. Just Dance by Lady Gaga came on and I started singing to it. My dad looked at me and shook his head.

"Why do you listen to this wacko?" He asked me.

"Wacko?"I said with a laugh.

"Yeah."

"Fine," I said as I changed the station and Green Day come on. He nodded and I started singing along with Billy Joe Armstrong. Soon after I started singing my dad did too. We both laughed at his voice the way we always do and I felt like I was 11 year old girl again.

About two hours later I was falling asleep, we had stopped for dinner about 50 miles back and I needed a nap. My must have sensed I was tired like he always does because he told me to sleep in the bed that didn't have nail polish on it. I fell asleep before my head hit the pillow.

In the morning I heard music coming from outside. I got up and looked at the clock on my phone. It read 11:00AM; I quickly got out of bed and got changed. I put a pair of skinny jeans with a blue tank top(it's the middle of August anyway)and blue Converse high tops.

I ran outside and saw my dad taking things out of the moving van.

"When did that get here," I asked pointing to the moving van.

"Good morning to you too sweetie," He said. I smile at his comment, "It got here yesterday before we came. The movers brought most of the bigger things inside and set it up. There are just a few boxes in here now."

"Wont some help there dad?" I asked him walking over to pick up a box.

"Sure, I'm gonna go inside and start unpacking."

I watched him go inside, and then I started to lift boxes and bringing them inside. I looked at the house and sighed. It was huge. The house had white paint and flowers everywhere; there were open gates in front of it. I knew our neighbors would most likely be snobby rich people but who am I to judge, my mom was an actress. She was rich, we were rich. The only difference between me and my dad and all these neighbors is the fact that we don't treat people like dirt. We treat people with respect, like my whole family was raised to do.

Once I finished bringing all the boxes inside(which were very heavy by the way)my dad called me into the living room. At first I thought it was to unpack, but when I got there everything was out of their boxes and put neatly in drawers or bookcases.

"What do you need dad?"I asked my dad who was watching the football game on TV.

He turned around and patted the spot next to him, "Come sit Riley," I slowly walked over and sat down next to him. I did not like the tone of his voice however, because the last time he used that tone I got "The Talk" can I get a ewwwww. He noticed my unease and laughed, " I just wanted to tell you I invited one of the neighbors over for dinner," I let out a sigh of relief and let him continue, " The people across the street have a son your age and would like to meet you."

"oh okay then that's fine, but if they're stuck up and snobby I'm being as rude as I possibly can kay?"

"That's fine by me!"My dad said happily he never did like the snobby rich people guess I know where I get that from.

Nick's POV

"Hey Nick." My best friend Brian yelled at me from across the street, "I'm having a beach party tomorrow and wanted you to come. I've got this cool band from New Jersey!"

"New Jersey?" I asked. We lived in California what band from New Jersey would go across the U.S just for a gig?

"Yeah, my cousin knows the bass player and asked them to come. The only bad part is they're lead singer moved away, but it's cool 'cause the drummer is hot." Brain said with a dreamy look on his face. Ahhhh Brian always a ladies man.

"Yeah I'll go," I said and Brian let out a huge sigh of relief. Then I remembered something he did at his last beach party, "But, don't set me up this time."

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When I got home I greeted by the smell of my moms famous apple pie. That's weird it's only 5 O'clock, I thought as I walked into the kitchen to see my mom pacing looking at the oven every few seconds.

"What's wrong mom?" I asked.

" Well," she started, " We're meeting the new neighbors today and I'm just a little nerves. We haven't had new neighbors since Abby." Abby was Brain's mom, she and my mom were really good friends.

"Which house?" I asked. Two houses were up for sale but one was really pricey and that one across the street.

"Across the street," well woop de doo what da know I guess some people can afford that house! "The man who lives there now has a daughter your age. I think her name is Rachel or Veronica or something like that." The oven beeped and my mom ran to it, "My Pie!"

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After my mom got her pie thing done, we all (me, my mom, and my 10 year old brother, my dad was on a business trip) walked over to the new neighbors house.

I rang the door bell and waited for an answer. God I hope they aren't snobby rich people, I thought before the door opened. Standing there was a tall man who looked to be in his early 50's or so. "Hello," the man said, "I'm Joey Harris and you must be Lisa Baker." He held out his hand for my mom to shake and then lead us inside.

"Yes," My mom answered, "and this is my oldest son Nick," she pointed to me then to my brother, "and this is my youngest son Zach."

"Hello, you can call me Joe or Joey or Joe Dog as my daughter's friends call me," my brother and I laughed at his nick name. "Make yourselves comfy, and I'll be right back with my daughter."

He walked up stairs and then someone came around the corner. Well she came around the corner. She had long black hair and really nice blue eyes that matched her blue and black shirt. "Hello," my mom said. She didn't answer and that's when noticed she was listening to her iPod. She started to sing along with the song and realized it was Grenade by Bruno Mars. When she sang it I couldn't help but smile, she had a really nice voice.

"Well I can't find_" Joey said, but then saw the girl and nodded. "This is my daughter. "He nudged and she looked up at us. She blushed a little and mumbled something that sounded like "I'm sorry".

"I'm Victoria, but you can call me Riley," she said, "It's a nick name my friends gave me." Maybe meeting the new neighbor won't be so bad after all.