Can't Stay Away
Part 1
"Now you girls better be on your best behavior." Mrs. Tyler warned, sending a wary glance at her eldest daughter Emma.
"Don't worry mom," Emma sighed, running a hand threw her long chestnut brown hair. "We'll treat him like the pope. You know, if we were religious and all."
Rebecca, the youngest sibling couldn't keep the smile off her face. "This exchange student program is awesome!" She squealed.
"You only say that since a guy is moving in with us for the rest of the year." Emma muttered. She never agreed when her parents signed up for the program, welcoming a total stranger into her life. It was hard enough to keep her secrets, and especially diary hidden with Rebecca sticking her nose in everything. Now she had to deal with some 'guy' living in the guest bedroom beside her own.
Mrs. Tyler cleared her throat with a dismissive glance at Emma. "Your father just called, there on their way from the airport now."
"Emma! Have you SEEN his picture yet?" Rebecca asked bubbling with excitement.
".."
She disappeared into the kitchen for a second and returned holding a photograph of what looked like a giant purple blob. Rebecca smiled meekly. "You'll have to excuse the grape juice I spilled on it this morning. But if you look closely you can still see the top of his spiky brown hair."
Emma glanced disinterestedly at the picture once again, if nothing more then to humor her sister. "Yes, his hair gel is very.attractive."
Rebecca sighed. "I know."
There heard a car pull up the driveway and the very noisy doorbell.
"He's here! He's here!" Rebecca ran to the door, flung it open, and in sauntered a brown haired, green eyed, smirking, well-toned guy, in his late teens. He was carrying a large blue duffel bag and wearing a fitting leather jacket.
He eyed Emma from head to toe, taking in her long silky hair, blue eyes, perfect figure and large, but none the less beautiful, scowl with an appreciative glance. Beside her Rebecca gave a small gasp, which signaled that she would have a crush on this guy for the rest of the year.
"It's so nice to meet you Conner." Greeted Mrs. Tyler shaking his hand. "I hope the flight went well."
Conner nodded. "Yeah, but the service was horrible."
Mrs. Tyler released his hand awkwardly. "Well.I'm sorry to hear that." She turned to the girls. "Emma, Rebecca, I'd like you to meet Conner McDermott."
"Hey." Conner said, staring straight into Emma's eyes. She already disliked this guy.
Rebecca couldn't answer, she was to busy staring. Emma could tell it was making Conner uncomfortable.
"Well Conner," Mrs. Tyler continued. "Emma's also a junior so you and her might share a few classes."
"I'm a senior." Conner corrected, rolling his piercing green eyes. "And call me Mac. Everybody else does."
There was a grunt from the doorway and all four heads turned to find Mr. Tyler struggling inside the doorway with the rest or Conner's luggage. "A little help here?" He called dropping a black suitcase on his toe and cursing. Conner chuckled, Emma glared at him, Rebecca drooled over him, and Mrs. Tyler grabbed a few of the suitcases from her husband. He gave a sigh of relief. "Guess the old back ain't what it used to be." He grinned.
"Emma would you mind showing Conner where his room is?" Mrs. Tyler instructed.
Emma distinctly heard Conner cough "Mac" before she grudgingly muttered "fine"
"It's this way Mac!" Rebecca called grabbing his arm and pulling him up the stairs.
"Hey kid watch the jacket." Conner protested checking the leather exterior.
Emma slowly followed behind them.
"This is your bed." Rebecca said pointing to a bed covered in SpongeBob SquarePants sheets.
Conner cocked an eyebrow. "OoooK." He drawled.
Realizing Conner was less then impressed with his bead spread Rebecca hurriedly spoke up. "There Emma's. They were the only clean sheets."
"What?" Emma exclaimed. "You were the one who put together a group of girls dedicated to decorating his room.
"No.your lying.Mac you know she's lying? Right?" Rebecca pouted shooting Conner with a puppy dog expression.
" Yeah sure kiddo." Conner replied flashing a crooked grin and placing a photo of a vintage mustang on the dresser.
Emma showed her first sign of interest since she heard about the guy. "Nice car."
"I know." Conner agreed. "I wanted to bring her here but my mum claimed there wasn't enough room on the plane. I would have tried to fit it on anyway but I didn't really want to be sued my first day in a new country."
Rebecca laughed. "It's a nice Punch buggy." Then she whacked Conner lightly on the arm. "Punch buggy no punch backs."
"Stick to your knowledge of Barbie's Becca," Emma jibed.
Part 2
"So? How is he?" Emma's best bud Allison called seconds after Emma took a seat at a table that night in Random house-a teen dance club.
"Well, he's.a guy." Emma conceded.
"What!" Max shouted from his seat beside Emma. She and he were friends but everyone could tell Max liked her and as usual Emma was the only one unaware of his feelings. "He's a GUY! A GUY is going to be living with you for the rest of the year? You said he.uh.she was a girl!"
"Max chill." Allison groaned. "Did Conner sound like a girls name to you?"
".Yes.and for your information I happen to know a girl named Conner.She just wasn't born one."
Emma and Allison shuddered. "EWW"
"Anyway," Allison continued. "Is he hot? Does he wear boxers, or briefs?"
"Allison!" Emma protested. "We only just met, I don't know anything about him."
"See, that's what I mean." Max panicked. "He could be insane, an ax murder, or worse yet, a jock!"
"Nah," answered Emma with a dismissive wave of her hand. "He seems more like the tortured soul type of guy. You know, coffee house philosopher.The dude with the geeky glasses, he who can be found in libraries, fashion disaster, only, uh, minus the glasses, fashion, and library thing."
Max shrugged. "You totally lost me."
"Yeah Em," Allison chimed in. "Who cares if he's jail bait I just wanna know if he's dating material."
"Well," Emma started, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. "He's kind of cu-"
"For the sake of my sanity do not finish that sentence." Max interrupted.
And Emma complied. She really, really didn't want Conner and Allison to date. He'd not only ruin her living conditions but her social life as well. And if they didn't date she could probably avoid him at home and be home free. If she only knew how wrong she was.
TBC.I will update soon, please review! Promises of romance in next chapter!
Part 1
"Now you girls better be on your best behavior." Mrs. Tyler warned, sending a wary glance at her eldest daughter Emma.
"Don't worry mom," Emma sighed, running a hand threw her long chestnut brown hair. "We'll treat him like the pope. You know, if we were religious and all."
Rebecca, the youngest sibling couldn't keep the smile off her face. "This exchange student program is awesome!" She squealed.
"You only say that since a guy is moving in with us for the rest of the year." Emma muttered. She never agreed when her parents signed up for the program, welcoming a total stranger into her life. It was hard enough to keep her secrets, and especially diary hidden with Rebecca sticking her nose in everything. Now she had to deal with some 'guy' living in the guest bedroom beside her own.
Mrs. Tyler cleared her throat with a dismissive glance at Emma. "Your father just called, there on their way from the airport now."
"Emma! Have you SEEN his picture yet?" Rebecca asked bubbling with excitement.
".."
She disappeared into the kitchen for a second and returned holding a photograph of what looked like a giant purple blob. Rebecca smiled meekly. "You'll have to excuse the grape juice I spilled on it this morning. But if you look closely you can still see the top of his spiky brown hair."
Emma glanced disinterestedly at the picture once again, if nothing more then to humor her sister. "Yes, his hair gel is very.attractive."
Rebecca sighed. "I know."
There heard a car pull up the driveway and the very noisy doorbell.
"He's here! He's here!" Rebecca ran to the door, flung it open, and in sauntered a brown haired, green eyed, smirking, well-toned guy, in his late teens. He was carrying a large blue duffel bag and wearing a fitting leather jacket.
He eyed Emma from head to toe, taking in her long silky hair, blue eyes, perfect figure and large, but none the less beautiful, scowl with an appreciative glance. Beside her Rebecca gave a small gasp, which signaled that she would have a crush on this guy for the rest of the year.
"It's so nice to meet you Conner." Greeted Mrs. Tyler shaking his hand. "I hope the flight went well."
Conner nodded. "Yeah, but the service was horrible."
Mrs. Tyler released his hand awkwardly. "Well.I'm sorry to hear that." She turned to the girls. "Emma, Rebecca, I'd like you to meet Conner McDermott."
"Hey." Conner said, staring straight into Emma's eyes. She already disliked this guy.
Rebecca couldn't answer, she was to busy staring. Emma could tell it was making Conner uncomfortable.
"Well Conner," Mrs. Tyler continued. "Emma's also a junior so you and her might share a few classes."
"I'm a senior." Conner corrected, rolling his piercing green eyes. "And call me Mac. Everybody else does."
There was a grunt from the doorway and all four heads turned to find Mr. Tyler struggling inside the doorway with the rest or Conner's luggage. "A little help here?" He called dropping a black suitcase on his toe and cursing. Conner chuckled, Emma glared at him, Rebecca drooled over him, and Mrs. Tyler grabbed a few of the suitcases from her husband. He gave a sigh of relief. "Guess the old back ain't what it used to be." He grinned.
"Emma would you mind showing Conner where his room is?" Mrs. Tyler instructed.
Emma distinctly heard Conner cough "Mac" before she grudgingly muttered "fine"
"It's this way Mac!" Rebecca called grabbing his arm and pulling him up the stairs.
"Hey kid watch the jacket." Conner protested checking the leather exterior.
Emma slowly followed behind them.
"This is your bed." Rebecca said pointing to a bed covered in SpongeBob SquarePants sheets.
Conner cocked an eyebrow. "OoooK." He drawled.
Realizing Conner was less then impressed with his bead spread Rebecca hurriedly spoke up. "There Emma's. They were the only clean sheets."
"What?" Emma exclaimed. "You were the one who put together a group of girls dedicated to decorating his room.
"No.your lying.Mac you know she's lying? Right?" Rebecca pouted shooting Conner with a puppy dog expression.
" Yeah sure kiddo." Conner replied flashing a crooked grin and placing a photo of a vintage mustang on the dresser.
Emma showed her first sign of interest since she heard about the guy. "Nice car."
"I know." Conner agreed. "I wanted to bring her here but my mum claimed there wasn't enough room on the plane. I would have tried to fit it on anyway but I didn't really want to be sued my first day in a new country."
Rebecca laughed. "It's a nice Punch buggy." Then she whacked Conner lightly on the arm. "Punch buggy no punch backs."
"Stick to your knowledge of Barbie's Becca," Emma jibed.
Part 2
"So? How is he?" Emma's best bud Allison called seconds after Emma took a seat at a table that night in Random house-a teen dance club.
"Well, he's.a guy." Emma conceded.
"What!" Max shouted from his seat beside Emma. She and he were friends but everyone could tell Max liked her and as usual Emma was the only one unaware of his feelings. "He's a GUY! A GUY is going to be living with you for the rest of the year? You said he.uh.she was a girl!"
"Max chill." Allison groaned. "Did Conner sound like a girls name to you?"
".Yes.and for your information I happen to know a girl named Conner.She just wasn't born one."
Emma and Allison shuddered. "EWW"
"Anyway," Allison continued. "Is he hot? Does he wear boxers, or briefs?"
"Allison!" Emma protested. "We only just met, I don't know anything about him."
"See, that's what I mean." Max panicked. "He could be insane, an ax murder, or worse yet, a jock!"
"Nah," answered Emma with a dismissive wave of her hand. "He seems more like the tortured soul type of guy. You know, coffee house philosopher.The dude with the geeky glasses, he who can be found in libraries, fashion disaster, only, uh, minus the glasses, fashion, and library thing."
Max shrugged. "You totally lost me."
"Yeah Em," Allison chimed in. "Who cares if he's jail bait I just wanna know if he's dating material."
"Well," Emma started, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. "He's kind of cu-"
"For the sake of my sanity do not finish that sentence." Max interrupted.
And Emma complied. She really, really didn't want Conner and Allison to date. He'd not only ruin her living conditions but her social life as well. And if they didn't date she could probably avoid him at home and be home free. If she only knew how wrong she was.
TBC.I will update soon, please review! Promises of romance in next chapter!
