I woke up the next morning by the sound of a moving truck that came from downstairs. I groaned, but slid out of bed and the first thing I noticed was the window next door. It was full of boxes inside. What? I shook my head and looked again; the boxes were still there. My eyes open widely and I run downstairs as fast as I can and screaming my soul out.
"Ally! What's wrong?" My dad asked me once he saw me. I hug him and start breathing deeply.
"Dad dad dad dad dad dad" I said while panting. That was the scariest thing ever! Last night, I swear I didn't see boxes inside that room. How come the next morning, out of nowhere, there are pretty little boxes? This doesn't make sense!
"Darling? Darling what's wrong?" He grabbed my shoulders and made me look at him. I explained everything about the boxes and his expression softened. "No, baby, there are no such thing as ghosts, or whatever, next door. We have new neighbors, that's all." He smiled and patted my right shoulder.
What? Neighbors? Since when? What is going on? "Dad, what neighbors?"
I frown and go to the fridge to grab myself some breakfast.
"Some new neighbors that we'll meet later on." I poured some milk in my bowl full of cereal and sat at the table. I started devouring my meal while my father spoke. "Can you call Trish? I want her to stay with you today because I have to work until late today." He looked at me and I nodded my head. "Good. Talking about work, I'm gonna go now." He gave a kiss to the top of my head and left.
I finished my food and looked at the clock. 11:57. Trish should be up by now. I stood up and rose up the stairs. I took out an acceptable outfit and called Trish. After talking with her, she agreed coming.
Of course, what was I gonna do for 30 minutes before she arrived? Well, that's simple. I took out my songbook and sat on the piano that was located inside my bedroom.
When I find myself in times of trouble
Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be
And in my hour of darkness
She is standing right in front of me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be
Let it be, let it be
Let it be, let it be
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be
And when the broken hearted people
Living in the world agree
There will be an answer -
I stopped singing when I heard something hit my window. I cautiously turned around and screamed when I saw the same blonde from yesterday in the house next door. I made a double-take, just to make sure that I was seeing right, and sure I was.
I walked up to the window and opened it. There was a small step located before it so I sat down in it and started talking with the boy.
"Hi!" He says. "I'm Austin Moon. I just moved here this morning." He smiled at me, showing me his teeth. I couldn't help but smile back. So, Austin, huh. That was your name. Maybe he doesn't remember about last night.
"I'm Ally Dawson, it's nice to meet you." I say, still smiling.
"Same here. Hey, I was just about to unpack my stuff and I couldn't help but hear that song. You wrote it?"
"Yes, I did."
"That's awesome!" He said enthusiastically. " You look kind of familiar." He frowned and looked at me, up and down. "Yesterday, were you at 'The Cave'?"
"Yes. You are that blonde dude who was singing, weren't you?" I asked him.
"Yeah. You know it's kind of a coincidence that I move next to you the next day." He chuckled a little and I nodded in agreement. "About that song, it's really good!"
"Thank you! I was trying to see how it turned out until you threw something at my window. What was that anyway?"
"A paper clip." He shrugged.
"Seriously?" I look at him with an eyebrow raised and he just shrugs, again.
"So, you wrote it? But you haven't heard it with music?" He returns back to the conversation about my song.
"Most likely, yes. It's called 'Let It Be'" I explain.
"Why?" I was taken aback by that question. It's true, why is it called like that? There is no such this as why. Unless the answer to that is that 'let it be' is the most repeated phrase in the song.
"I don't know, because the song says it? I'm not sure." I say unsurely.
"Where did you get the inspiration?" He asked be once again.
"I don't know either. It's like my room in general is an inspiration." I giggle a little and he just smiles.
"Maybe it's not only your room. I've gotten pretty good inspiration since I got here. It's like this surroundings are magic." He says, waving his hand between mine and his house.
"Seems legit." I nodding. We were silent for a moment, and I wasn't sure how to continue that conversation, until I remembered about the song from last night.
"Can I ask you something?" We both say at the same time. We start laughing but then he tells me to ask him first, which I did.
"The song you sang last night, at 'The Cave', I really liked it. But when I came home and tried searching for it on my computer, it didn't appear. Yow wrote it?"
"Yup. Not the best one, but it's really catchy, isn't it?" He smirks and I nod my head. "Well, yes, I wrote it."
"So what was your question?" I remind him.
"I have a band and the rest of the members come to practice some songs here because I have all the instruments needed. It doesn't matter, does it?"
"You have a band? That's awesome! Of course, that is not a problem. I would love hearing you play some more music. You have an amazing voice and some good dancing skills." I praise him and I think I see a little bit of tint pink in his cheeks, but he just smirks.
"Some?" He raises an eyebrow.
"All of your dancing skills are good." I smile.
"Can I hear the song?" He suddenly asks me. I got over my stage fright last year, so what was there to lose. I nodded my head and headed over to the piano and stated playing.
When I find myself in times of trouble
Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be
And in my hour of darkness
She is standing right in front of me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be
Let it be, let it be
Let it be, let it be
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be
And when the broken hearted people
Living in the world agree
There will be an answer, let it be
For though they may be parted
There is still a chance that they will see
There will be an answer, let it be
Let it be, let it be
Let it be, let it be
Yeah there will be an answer, let it be
Let it be, let it be
Let it be, let it be
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be
Let it be, let it be
Ah let it be, yeah let it be
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be
And when the night is cloudy
There is still a light that shines on me
Shine on until tomorrow, let it be
I wake up to the sound of music,
Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be
Yeah let it be, let it be
Let it be, yeah let it be
Oh there will be an answer, let it be
Let it be, let it be
Let it be, yeah let it be
Oh there will be an answer, let it be
Let it be, let it be
Ah let it be, yeah let it be
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be
I finish the song and he claps, like, so hard and fast. My lips move upward to form a giant smile.
"It's supposed to have more instruments, but I'm okay with that." I say shrugging.
"That song was amazing!" He exclaims. "Really, really good!"
"Thank you!" I laugh at his enthusiasm. I hear my phone ring and I excuse myself. I grab my phone and answer the call. It was Trish.
"Hey, Trish. Are you coming?"
"I just called because I'm outside and I rang the doorbell but nobody opened. And you have neighbors."
"Right. Um, I'll go open right now, just give me a minute." I end the call and turn to Austin. "I have to go answer the door, I'll be right back." He nods and I stand up and head downstairs. I answer the door and allow Trish inside.
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I stopped it there because if I kept on with it, this chapter would be having at least 9,000 words; that's not how I work. So I have school today, that means homework, BUT I'll try and update more.
1. Let It Be -The Beatles (duh.)
-courage