A/N: THIS IS A RE-WRITE OF A PREVIOUS STORY!

Have you ever had to move house before?

I suggest you don't. Never. Don't do it. It's the biggest pain in the ass you will ever have to go through. I mean I thought College was hard but this is something else.

I guess it doesn't help when you're 'too fussy' or 'spoilt' but I can't help it if my parents raised me well. So what if they liked to buy me clothes, shoes and the odd car or two. It's not like I could say no. I mean who would?

So what if I want to live in a friendly neighborhood, with a local dog park nearby, nice neighbors, a decent sized house with a pool, a garage and supermarket within a 2-mile radius? I don't think that makes me 'fussy', I think it just makes me determined. My momma didn't raise me to not want the best in life.

It took me 5 months to find this damn house. I just can't wait to unpack all the boxes. I mean living with my parents after being at college was a total nightmare, but I think I might just move back. I'll do anything to avoid this stress.

Oh well, I guess I better start unpacking soon. Why can't I just hire someone to do all of this for me? Sugar and Mercedes said they'd come help me but that's not until tomorrow. I just want a distraction.

Ding Dong

Perfect.

Lucky wags her tail excitedly and runs to the door.

Hopefully it's Superwoman to come and rescue me off my feet.

It's definitely not. I push Lucky out of the way with my leg and she gets the picture. She whines and runs off to her bed. Good riddance.

"Welcome to the neighborhood! We made you some muffins as a welcome present." I hear the voice of the strangest woman I've ever met.

The woman has ginger hair and huge bambi eyes and she'd be pretty hot if she wasn't like 40. Her husband is pretty attractive I guess. He has one of those smiles that will make straight girls melt and cute curly hair. Okay, so maybe they are a pretty sweet couple.

"Thank you!" I put on my kind Santana voice on and take the muffin basket from her.

"My name is Santana Lopez. Nice to meet you. I'd invite you in for some coffee, but I haven't exactly unwrapped furniture yet. And the fact that I don't have any coffee doesn't really help."

I shake hands with both of them and they laugh at my joke.

"My name is Emma and this is my husband, Will." Emma says and Will gives a small wave. "If you need anything, let us know! We live at number 38, don't hesitate to stop by!"

"Aww, that's so kind of you! Thanks! I'll stop by after I've finished unpacking. Whenever that is." I smile.

"We will see you soon." Will says with a nod and I wave again as they leave my doorstep.

I'm not usually that nice to strangers, but I guess when I'm meeting new neighbors, I need to make a good impression.

With a clearer mind, I head towards the first cardboard box labeled 'Living Room crap'. My parents gave me most of their old stuff. One good thing about coming from a rich family is we redesign the house every year. I've managed to keep all of our old furniture, utensils, everything. It's saved me loads of money. Life is good.

I open the box to find lamps, a small table and a few vases. I get the table out first and place it in the middle of the room. The corner sofa will look great if I put it next to the table. But that's the hardest job. It's not like I'm unfit or anything. I actually have pretty great guns. I work out all the time, I'm proud of my arms.

The couch is so heavy though. I unwrap all the crap off the sofa and throw it onto the floor. That's one job done.

I hear the doorbell ring again. Damn it, I was just getting into unpacking.

It turns out to be no one interesting. Tina something. She also brought me some food, which was pretty sweet. Are all of my new neighbors this awesome?

By the time I'm ready to sleep, I've answered the door 5 times and been given all kinds of food. Good thing I've gotten the fridge working.

So I've got a table, a couch and a working fridge. I've set up the toaster, bought a few groceries and put all the boxes in the right rooms. I think that's enough for one night. I'm too tired from all my hard work to go upstairs so I grab a blanket from my car and decide to sleep on the couch.

I can't say I'm a morning person.

I never wake up in a good mood.

At least the sun is shining. I think I should unpack my clothes and reward myself by sunbathing. I think that's a super amazing idea.

It only takes me an hour and half to unpack all of my clothes into my walk-in wardrobe. I lather myself up in sun tan oil and put on my bright pink bikini. I check out the temperature of the pool once I'm outside. It's pretty cold but I'm sure it will feel nice and refreshing later. Hopefully Mercedes and Sugar join me. I better text them and force them to bring swimwear.

Just as I'm about to lie down on my brand new sun lounger, the doorbell rings.

God damn it.

Lucky runs to the door and this time I don't hold her back.

I open the door to find something I didn't expect.

Easily the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life. Blonde, womanly and a flirty smile that you can't help return. Hips and an ass that puts Beyoncé to shame. My god, she's perfect.

"Hey." The woman says and I struggle to respond. She gives me a strange look before speaking again. "I think your dog likes me"

I'm confused for a second but then I look down and Lucky is humping the shit out of this woman's leg. Someone please kill me. This is the most embarrassing thing to ever happen to me.

"Lucky!" I shout. "Go inside! Go!"

Lucky runs inside and I shut the door on her.

"I am so, so sorry about that. I'm so embarrassed. She's never done that before."

The woman is staring and she doesn't respond. I'm about to question what she was staring at but when she finally gives me eye contact, I realize she was staring at my lips.

"That's okay, but seriously, 'Lucky?'" She giggles and my heart spasms.

"Ain't nothing wrong with the name Lucky!" I defend my poor little baby.

"Ain't nothing right with it either." The woman makes fun of me.

I'm in shock so I don't have a chance to get her back.

"My name is Brittany. Welcome to 'the hood' as I like to call it." She does an eyebrow quirk and I could have sworn she was flirting with me.

"The hood? You're making it sound like we live in the ghetto or something. Everyone here seems really sweet. You should see my fridge, it's totally full." I smile.

Brittany smiles back and I feel those weird spasms again.

"Yeah, everyone here is really cool. That reminds you. My mom made you these." Brittany says as she hands me a box of cookies.

"You still live with your mom?" I say before I can even stop myself. What the fuck is wrong with me?

"Oh god- I didn't mean it like that." I cover my mouth with my hand.

"It's totally cool." Brittany smiles again. "I'm a home bird. I don't want to leave home any time soon. I love my family. I mean sure I'll move out once I meet someone. But that hasn't happened so…" Brittany shrugs her shoulders and pouts a little.

"I like your bikini by the way." Brittany says all of a sudden.

Holy shit, I totally forgot that I was half naked.

"You're taking this pretty well. First my dog humps you, then I make fun of you for living at home and now I'm talking to you half naked." I joke.

"I don't mind. You have to invite me to your pool though. It's only fair." Brittany pulls a face and wiggles her eyebrows.

"Fine by me." I say trying not to laugh.

"Anyway, I better go. I'll see you around though neighbor." Brittany says.

I feel pretty sad that she's going, but I don't want to sound weird. Is that weird? Or am I just craving company?

"See you later. Thanks for the cookies by the way! Tell your mom she's a superstar." I say.

"Oh I will. I'll tell her to watch out for your dog, too." Brittany teases.

"You do that." I reply. I give a last wave and return to my house. Brittany gives that flirty smile and I close the door.

Living in this neighborhood is certainly going to be interesting.

A/N: Okay so I've started a new fic and I don't know how I feel about it.

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p.s female dogs do hump! although it's not sexual, it's more of an 'i'm in charge here' behaviour. I'll explain it more if I continue this!