It was the summer before sophomore year. New neighbours were moving in next. I held no particular interest towards that fact, but I never realized how lucky I was to live next door to her.
I remember my mother bursting into my bedroom, unannounced, the day the moving trucks finally disappeared.
"Mom... Knocking is appreciated." I sighed at the sudden intrusion.
"Don't sass me, Victor. We're inviting our new neighbours over for dinner Saturday. It'd be nice if you could make your room nice and neat." She scanned my bedroom.
It may have looked atrocious to her, but as long as I knew where everything was, I was fine with it.
"Why would you do that?"
"Because. The couple have two lovely daughters. One is your age and one is Robert's. And I don't want to hear anymore attitude. Understand?" Sophia, my mother, always used such a distinct tone when I irritated her. A tone that I'd disliked, but somehow adopted.
"I understand... Go. Now."
As she was leaving, before the door closed, I heard,
"Oh, and Ian's here."
It was apparent that I had absolutely no sanctuary from whom I called my 'best friend'.
"Vicky, bro! What's up?" Ian waltzed in, flopping onto my bed.
"Never call me that again. Why are you here?" I asked, though not even the slightest bit curious to hear his answer.
"Are you kidding? I want to know who's new to the neighbourhood."
"A registered sex offender and a masochistic contortionist." I replied with indifference.
"What the- Holy shit, are you for real? That's messed up." I an was retardedly gullible. I almost felt sorry for him... Almost.
I caught him staring out my window. It was a clear view into one of the girls' bedroom. Not that I would ever creep on someones privacy like that, Ian happened to see her at that exact moment.
"Tch, you're such a liar." Was the last thing I heard out of him for ten minutes.
It mattered not to me, I was simply trying to read Animal Farm by George Orwell. His silence made me forgetful of his presence and I went write back to reading.
"Oh damn... You're a lucky bastard." Ian commented suddenly.
Clearly annoyed more than interested, I went to see what he was babbling about. Through the glass, all I saw was a girl clad in a hoodie and shorts.
The only thing that struck me as odd, was the fact that her hood was up... Maybe she was a cancer patient.
"So what's the big deal?" I wondered.
"You've got an unobstructed view into this chick's room... Hello?"
"You're a pervert." I smacked him upside the head with my novel. I remembered something,
"She could be Robbie's age."
Robbie/Robert, was the obnoxious cretin I had for a younger brother. It bugged me to no end that even though he was two years younger than I, strangers assumed we were twins. Perish the thought. Genetics have betrayed me.
"Two years isn't so bad. I certainly wouldn't mind." Ian's smirk was... Horrifying.
And as I thought about finding someone to replace the creep that sat ogling a stranger out of my window, I realized that it was, in fact, my window, my room and my home that Ian had invaded.
"Ian, get the hell out of my house." I demanded.
"Aw, come on, Vicky!" He whined in protest.
"Out!" I pointed towards the door.
"I'll be back. I know you're going to look out the window as soon as I leave." Ian left, finally leaving me to myself.
I picked up the novel, found my spot in the story and began to read...
I couldn't concentrate. Ian's words were echoing in my head as if it were empty. I would love to think that I was above my perverted friend and had some amount of control. But, then again I was 15.
"Annoying bastard." I muttered, flinging the book to the ground.
Over to the window, I managed to convince myself that one look wouldn't hurt.
Whoever the hell she was lay spread eagle on her bed, appearing to stare up at the ceiling.
She probably didn't want to be here. I knew how she felt, I mean, it's Boulder, Colorado.
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Suddenly, Saturday didn't sound so bad.
A/N: I've never been to Boulder, Colorado before, but I can't imagine that it's that bad. Uhm... So yes, this is the first chapter. There is no exact date applied to each chapter, unless it's a widely recognized holiday like New Year's or Christmas. Ana
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