Hey guys! So this is the first chapter of my newly created story from the one-shots I was writing. Hope you all like it!

"Cammie! Wake up! It's 10:30!" I heard my mother yell up the stairs.

Rolling over in bed, I put a pillow on top of my head to muffle the sound of her trying to wake me up. Sadly, whoever came up with that idea was seriously wrong. I practically suffocated, and could still hear my mom walk up the stairs and into my room.

"Cammie, come on. Time to wake up, you need some breakfast."

"Go away," I moaned. "I want to sleep."

Mom sat down on my bed, "Dad made pancakes." She sang.

"I'M UP!" I jumped out of bed and sprinted downstairs while chanting "Pancakes, Pancakes, Pancakes." Sliding into the kitchen, I expected to see pans on the stove cooking pancake batter. But instead, my dad sat at the table, drinking coffee.

Looking up from the paper, he smiled. "There you are. Didn't I say it would work?"

"You were right," I heard my mom reply behind me.

I put my hands on my hips, "Now that's just mean. Bribe me with non-existing pancakes to get me up? I'm ashamed."

"We had to do something to get you up," she shrugged. "And you love pancakes."

"I'm going back to bed," I grumbled. "Wake me up when there's real pancakes."

As I was walking upstairs, something caught my eye outside the window.

"Hey mom," I yelled into the kitchen. "Why is there a moving truck outside?"

"Huh?" she asked, walking out of the kitchen. When she looked out the kitchen she nearly gasped, "Matt! Honey! Come quick!"

"What is it?" he asked.

"We've got new neighbors!" Mom squealed as she grabbed my arm, "We have to go meet them!"

I pulled away, "I'M going to bed. YOU guys can go meet them."

"Who's that young man?" my dad asked. "That must be the son."

"Or the super cute mover," my mom sighed.

"MOM! That's gross!"

"I'm just saying, he's very cute." She said as I walked away, shaking my head. "Oh come on honey, just come out and meet them with us."

I turned around, "Fine. But if you say one word about how cute he is, I'm leaving."

"Ok, fine." She put her hands up in surrender. "I promise I won't say anything."

"Thank you, now I'm gonna go get dressed, and I'll meet you out there. Ok?"

"Sure," she continued to gaze out the window.

"Mom, the door does open. You can walk out instead of staring at them in that creepy way. We have to live next to them."

"Ok, ok. Come on Matt, our daughter's kicking us out." She gave me a look.

I just laughed, "Be out soon." And I ran up the stairs.