Heya Neighbor
Summary: 'I'd rather die than be here. Okay, not really. Maybe if I went to heaven. So, yeah I'd rather die and go to heaven than be here. Okay, now I sound like a baby.' Crystal Matthews. Not your average girl.
Chapter 1: Dinner with the Jones a.k.a. with the Jerk and his parents
Crystal bumped her head repeatedly on her new bedroom wall. She knew that when her stepmother said they'd be moving, a distance would be covered. However, she did not know that the distance would be a whole country. On top of that, the neighbors heard her plea and just had to invite their family to dinner. Somehow, even sarcasm couldn't even humor the situation at hand.
"Please get ready, Chris! Everybody else is waiting for you," Crystal's mother yelled from the bottom of the stairs. "You know what? Forget it! Meet us there!"
A soft groan escaped Crystal lips and she reluctantly started to get ready. She picked out a white blouse that flared at the sleeves, a short plaid skirt and a pair of mainly black and pink/white converse. Too lazy to fix up her layered, almost wait length hair, she left it down, which wasn't that half bad considering that it was wavy all on its own.
She knocked on the Jones residence and put a small, but fake grin on her face.
"Aw, you must be Crystal. Please come in. Dinner will be ready in just a second. You can go upstairs. My son's in his room. I'm sure he'll make you feel comfortable." Mrs. Jones greeted her with probably the same enthusiasm as she did with the rest of her family.
"Thank-you Mrs. Jones." Crystal smiled with eye brows raised.
The young woman led Crystal to her son's, whose name was Freddy, room. Then, Mrs. Jones said she had to leave to check on the meal and left with, "don't worry. I'm sure he'll make you comfortable," or something along those lines.
With a small sign, Crystal knocked on the door lightly. She really didn't want to do this. She was depressed and needed to blow some steam. It seemed so coincidental that the day was going so wrong. She just came out from the music store around here with new drum sticks and some blonde freak already ruined them and as if she couldn't get enough of the guy, he ripped her other skirt making it shorter. Stupid jerk.
The door suddenly opened and Crystal realized she had her back towards whoever opened the door. She whipped herself around and figured that things couldn't get much worse. The blonde dude from before was standing right before her.
"You again. Were you like personally sent from the devil to ruin my life?" Crystal folded her arms.
"Why Heya Neighbor. Yes, I'm doing fine. How about you?" He rolled his eyes and opened the door to let her in. She didn't budge.
"Are you coming in or what? I assume that my mom sent you here."
"Are there any traps that I should be aware of ? Like that, rip my skirt charade." Crystal asked him, with a serious voice.
"Okay that was an accident. Get over it. I'm sure you have plenty of more skirts, prep. Oh yeah, that's right. Your name is Crystal. Your sister has told me so much about you." He gestured to her bitchy stepsister. Prep? Obviously he didn't know her and wasn't looking at the choice of shoe she was wearing.
"Shut up blondie. Oh yeah, that's right. Your name is Bitch. Your sluts have told me so much about you." She moved from her immobile state, but not into his room. No surrey bob. She walked back down the steps. There were a million other places she'd rather be and all those places didn't have him or her stepsister in it.
She wondered around the house where she heard voices and that's when she spotted her stepmother, stepfather and her little brother with the Jones. Her brother, the only person who kept her sane in her world, the only person who would listen to her when no one did, the one who comforted in her time of sorrow. It was so amazing how someone of his age, 9, could be so understanding and so god damn smart.
"Hey Chris." Her brother waved to her. She gave a smile at his enthusiasm, knowing perfectly well that he was desperate for entertainment. She took a seat beside him.
"Hello Crystal. I thought you were upstairs with Freddy and your sister, Brooke." Mrs. Jones spoke to her.
"Oh, they were having such a fun time conversing about me that I didn't want to interrupt." I gave a sweet smile and my stepparents looked at me, knowing that they'd have to deal with Brooke later.
"I hope it wasn't bad talk." Mr. Jones broke the silence.
"You know, I hope so too." Crystal relaxed and patted her brother, Corey on the head, "Hmmm.... Something smells good. What you cookin' over there Mrs. Jones?"
The Matthews smiled at their stepdaughter. If there was anything they liked about her, it was her ability to make people comfortable around her, even though she was quite a chatter bug.
"It's a surprise, so you'll just have to wait." Suddenly, they all heard a little bell tick off, signaling that the food was ready.
"Guess, you didn't have to wait that long." Mrs. Jones gave a laugh as well as Crystals.
"Crystal, would you be a dear and grab your sister and Freddy for dinner?"
"Sure, Mr. Jones."
Crystal made her way upstairs and knocked on the familiar door again.
"Oh, you again. Were you personally sent from the devil to ruin my life?" Freddy imitated her, while Brooke laughed. Crystal rolled her eyes.
"If you consider your dad the devil, than yeah 'cause he sent me up here to get you two from your kiss fest to dinner....... And Brooke, sinmce when did you wear my clothes. I thought you said "Punk and rock is such rubbish. Who listens to it?" or your infamous, "You dress like a freak. Studded belts are like so not in fashion"." Crystal laughed at Brooke's glaring- 'I hate you. How could you ruin this moment?' expression. Freddy just looked at Brooke with bewilderment.
"You know what? I actually think I'm going to like it here. Oh yeah and Heya Neighbor!" Crystal patted Freddy's shoulder.
Crystal flocked down the steps almost tripping and breaking her neck, but she didn't care. She had waited so long to put Brooke in her spot and the timing couldn't have been better. 'Kodak moment,' Crystal thought to her self. Just as she finished walking down the steps, she heard Brooke and Freddy walking down.
Dinner had finished pretty fast and tension rubbed between Brooke and Freddy. Crystal would laugh ever so often at the thought and Corey, her brother, would ask what was funny. "Nothing" was always the reply, but she would tell him when they approached their new home.
Crystal was at her bedroom and decided to see the balcony. She walked onto the balcony and could feel the breeze touch her skin. She shivered a bitand what could you expect? Her pajama attire consisted of a very wide strap tank top that ended 1 inch above her belly button and short shorts. She rest her head on her hands, when suddenly she heard a noise. She turned to her side and saw Freddy on his balcony, which was very close to hers.
"Are you stalking me or something?" Crystal asked him.
"Stalk you? I wouldn't even give you the pleasure."
"Whatever. Just to tell you, you owe me big." She was about to head back to her room when Freddy called to her.
"What do you mean?" He asked, confused.
She stepped back inside, "Well you did rip my skirt, break a new set of drumsticks I was going to give my friend back in Canada and in plus, I save you from Queen Bitch."
"Brooke."
"Ding, ding. We have a winner."
"And just how did you save me?" Freddy folded his arms and it was only them that Crystal realized that he was only wearing a pair of black shorts...... probably boxers. 'Nice biceps,' Crystal thought, but immediately scolded herself.
"As much as I hate to give props to her, she could have played you like butter on toast."
"That's what you think."
"Yeah whatever, from that expression I saw on your face, which was really funny, it seems that she got you.... really good if I might add." Crystal smiled, "But then again, I got you both pretty good in the end............ so let's just praise me, 'cause in conclusion of today's events, Freddy Jones ain't getting any, if you know what I mean."
"Has anyone ever told you that you talk a lot?"
"Nope, but someone has asked me that. You, actually." Crystal yawned, "Now if you excuse me, I'll see if I can actually sleep in this place."
Without a say of goodbye, Crystal exited and tried hard to sleep.
Sorry, my friend kept bugging me to write a fic for this movie! So if it sound like really bad tell me.... But if it doesn't I'll continue!
SoHaPPy
Summary: 'I'd rather die than be here. Okay, not really. Maybe if I went to heaven. So, yeah I'd rather die and go to heaven than be here. Okay, now I sound like a baby.' Crystal Matthews. Not your average girl.
Chapter 1: Dinner with the Jones a.k.a. with the Jerk and his parents
Crystal bumped her head repeatedly on her new bedroom wall. She knew that when her stepmother said they'd be moving, a distance would be covered. However, she did not know that the distance would be a whole country. On top of that, the neighbors heard her plea and just had to invite their family to dinner. Somehow, even sarcasm couldn't even humor the situation at hand.
"Please get ready, Chris! Everybody else is waiting for you," Crystal's mother yelled from the bottom of the stairs. "You know what? Forget it! Meet us there!"
A soft groan escaped Crystal lips and she reluctantly started to get ready. She picked out a white blouse that flared at the sleeves, a short plaid skirt and a pair of mainly black and pink/white converse. Too lazy to fix up her layered, almost wait length hair, she left it down, which wasn't that half bad considering that it was wavy all on its own.
She knocked on the Jones residence and put a small, but fake grin on her face.
"Aw, you must be Crystal. Please come in. Dinner will be ready in just a second. You can go upstairs. My son's in his room. I'm sure he'll make you feel comfortable." Mrs. Jones greeted her with probably the same enthusiasm as she did with the rest of her family.
"Thank-you Mrs. Jones." Crystal smiled with eye brows raised.
The young woman led Crystal to her son's, whose name was Freddy, room. Then, Mrs. Jones said she had to leave to check on the meal and left with, "don't worry. I'm sure he'll make you comfortable," or something along those lines.
With a small sign, Crystal knocked on the door lightly. She really didn't want to do this. She was depressed and needed to blow some steam. It seemed so coincidental that the day was going so wrong. She just came out from the music store around here with new drum sticks and some blonde freak already ruined them and as if she couldn't get enough of the guy, he ripped her other skirt making it shorter. Stupid jerk.
The door suddenly opened and Crystal realized she had her back towards whoever opened the door. She whipped herself around and figured that things couldn't get much worse. The blonde dude from before was standing right before her.
"You again. Were you like personally sent from the devil to ruin my life?" Crystal folded her arms.
"Why Heya Neighbor. Yes, I'm doing fine. How about you?" He rolled his eyes and opened the door to let her in. She didn't budge.
"Are you coming in or what? I assume that my mom sent you here."
"Are there any traps that I should be aware of ? Like that, rip my skirt charade." Crystal asked him, with a serious voice.
"Okay that was an accident. Get over it. I'm sure you have plenty of more skirts, prep. Oh yeah, that's right. Your name is Crystal. Your sister has told me so much about you." He gestured to her bitchy stepsister. Prep? Obviously he didn't know her and wasn't looking at the choice of shoe she was wearing.
"Shut up blondie. Oh yeah, that's right. Your name is Bitch. Your sluts have told me so much about you." She moved from her immobile state, but not into his room. No surrey bob. She walked back down the steps. There were a million other places she'd rather be and all those places didn't have him or her stepsister in it.
She wondered around the house where she heard voices and that's when she spotted her stepmother, stepfather and her little brother with the Jones. Her brother, the only person who kept her sane in her world, the only person who would listen to her when no one did, the one who comforted in her time of sorrow. It was so amazing how someone of his age, 9, could be so understanding and so god damn smart.
"Hey Chris." Her brother waved to her. She gave a smile at his enthusiasm, knowing perfectly well that he was desperate for entertainment. She took a seat beside him.
"Hello Crystal. I thought you were upstairs with Freddy and your sister, Brooke." Mrs. Jones spoke to her.
"Oh, they were having such a fun time conversing about me that I didn't want to interrupt." I gave a sweet smile and my stepparents looked at me, knowing that they'd have to deal with Brooke later.
"I hope it wasn't bad talk." Mr. Jones broke the silence.
"You know, I hope so too." Crystal relaxed and patted her brother, Corey on the head, "Hmmm.... Something smells good. What you cookin' over there Mrs. Jones?"
The Matthews smiled at their stepdaughter. If there was anything they liked about her, it was her ability to make people comfortable around her, even though she was quite a chatter bug.
"It's a surprise, so you'll just have to wait." Suddenly, they all heard a little bell tick off, signaling that the food was ready.
"Guess, you didn't have to wait that long." Mrs. Jones gave a laugh as well as Crystals.
"Crystal, would you be a dear and grab your sister and Freddy for dinner?"
"Sure, Mr. Jones."
Crystal made her way upstairs and knocked on the familiar door again.
"Oh, you again. Were you personally sent from the devil to ruin my life?" Freddy imitated her, while Brooke laughed. Crystal rolled her eyes.
"If you consider your dad the devil, than yeah 'cause he sent me up here to get you two from your kiss fest to dinner....... And Brooke, sinmce when did you wear my clothes. I thought you said "Punk and rock is such rubbish. Who listens to it?" or your infamous, "You dress like a freak. Studded belts are like so not in fashion"." Crystal laughed at Brooke's glaring- 'I hate you. How could you ruin this moment?' expression. Freddy just looked at Brooke with bewilderment.
"You know what? I actually think I'm going to like it here. Oh yeah and Heya Neighbor!" Crystal patted Freddy's shoulder.
Crystal flocked down the steps almost tripping and breaking her neck, but she didn't care. She had waited so long to put Brooke in her spot and the timing couldn't have been better. 'Kodak moment,' Crystal thought to her self. Just as she finished walking down the steps, she heard Brooke and Freddy walking down.
Dinner had finished pretty fast and tension rubbed between Brooke and Freddy. Crystal would laugh ever so often at the thought and Corey, her brother, would ask what was funny. "Nothing" was always the reply, but she would tell him when they approached their new home.
Crystal was at her bedroom and decided to see the balcony. She walked onto the balcony and could feel the breeze touch her skin. She shivered a bitand what could you expect? Her pajama attire consisted of a very wide strap tank top that ended 1 inch above her belly button and short shorts. She rest her head on her hands, when suddenly she heard a noise. She turned to her side and saw Freddy on his balcony, which was very close to hers.
"Are you stalking me or something?" Crystal asked him.
"Stalk you? I wouldn't even give you the pleasure."
"Whatever. Just to tell you, you owe me big." She was about to head back to her room when Freddy called to her.
"What do you mean?" He asked, confused.
She stepped back inside, "Well you did rip my skirt, break a new set of drumsticks I was going to give my friend back in Canada and in plus, I save you from Queen Bitch."
"Brooke."
"Ding, ding. We have a winner."
"And just how did you save me?" Freddy folded his arms and it was only them that Crystal realized that he was only wearing a pair of black shorts...... probably boxers. 'Nice biceps,' Crystal thought, but immediately scolded herself.
"As much as I hate to give props to her, she could have played you like butter on toast."
"That's what you think."
"Yeah whatever, from that expression I saw on your face, which was really funny, it seems that she got you.... really good if I might add." Crystal smiled, "But then again, I got you both pretty good in the end............ so let's just praise me, 'cause in conclusion of today's events, Freddy Jones ain't getting any, if you know what I mean."
"Has anyone ever told you that you talk a lot?"
"Nope, but someone has asked me that. You, actually." Crystal yawned, "Now if you excuse me, I'll see if I can actually sleep in this place."
Without a say of goodbye, Crystal exited and tried hard to sleep.
Sorry, my friend kept bugging me to write a fic for this movie! So if it sound like really bad tell me.... But if it doesn't I'll continue!
SoHaPPy