Thank you to everyone who put me on either Author Alert or Story Alert, after the first chapter. I believe that are seven people who have done so. So thanks to all of you; you know who you are. ;D

Now without further ado, here's chapter two!

Welcome to Albuquerque.

That was the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes: a huge sign on the side of the road, welcoming me to the largest city in New Mexico — and my new home. I found the sign was quite comforting, in a weird way. I guess the fact that it didn't say something like 'Welcome to Hell' or 'Welcome to Your Doom' was enough to make me slightly less wary about moving here.

I shifted uneasily, as I was still strapped in to my seat in the car. Surprising, I had managed to sleep mostly the entire 11-hour drive over here. But now, I was just uncomfortable and tired of being in this car.

"Are we almost there? I'm dying back here," I called to my parents in the front seats, as I still struggled to get back into a comfortable position. I seriously needed out of this car. Not just because I wanted to stretch out, but because I needed oxygen and my mom refused to roll her window down.

"Calm down, Sharpay. Good things come to those who wait," my father responded.

"Well, something really good better be coming then," I huffed, before crossing my arms over my chest and looking out the window at all the houses we were passing by, knowing that soon I would be seeing the house that I'll living be in.

I wonder what this place will be like. I'd lived in one place my whole life, so I didn't really know what to expect. I told myself that I wasn't even going to think about it, but I can't help it. I'm going to be starting school in the middle of junior year. I'm going to be the new girl. What if nobody likes me? What if I'm forced to live the rest of my high school life in total and complete loneliness?!

Ugh, I don't even know why I'm thinking like this. I must be delirious. I just seriously need to get the heck out of this freaking car!

Just then, right on cue, the car stopped suddenly. We were parked in some house's driveway. Our house's driveway, I supposed. I literally jumped out of the car as soon as I was able to wrestle my seatbelt off and get the door open.

Finally. Some air.

After spending a minute or two, breathing it all in, I turned my attention to my parents, who were just now getting out of the car. And then, I turned to the house.

My first impression of the house was pretty good. It was quite nice looking. I mean, I could actually see myself living there. From the outside, it wasn't too different from the old house, which is probably why my parents chose it.

Kudos to them. They'd actually done something right.

I saw that my parents were now walking towards the house, like they were about to go inside, so quickly I followed behind them.

When my father opened the door, I don't know why but I was actually caught off guard by how empty it was. I don't know what I had expected to see, but this wasn't it. It was completely bare, just like my house in Los Angeles had been before we left.

"When is our stuff getting here?" I asked, staring at the plain, empty walls.

"Tonight!" my mother called, sounding like she was already in a completely different room. She and Dad were probably giving themselves a tour of the new house.

I supposed that since they were scoping out the downstairs, I should go check out the rooms upstairs. Plus, if I got there first, maybe I could talk them into letting me have the master bedroom.

The first door I opened, upon walking up the stairs, was definitely the master bedroom. It was huge. It looked as though it was big enough for about three beds. And it had it's own private bathroom. And the closet… the closet was amazing. Finally, a closet big enough to fill all of my clothes in. Yes, I can definitely see myself living in here.

But just to be on the safe side, I decided I should go look at the other room. You know, so I don't end up giving my parents too small of a room. So, I walked across the hall to, what I assumed the door to, the other bedroom.

But right when I opened the door, I froze. Not because it was wasn't the right room, because it was. But there was one window in the room. A pretty big one at that. And right across from it was the neighbor's house, and their window. And okay, here's the reason why I froze. Through the neighbor's window, I saw the absolute most gorgeous human being I'd ever seen in my life. And he was sitting in his room, watching TV.

He had most perfectly tanned skin. And his hair was chestnut brown and swept lazily over his eyes, which by the way, were as blue as a cloudless sky. He was casually attired in a white t-shirt and dark blue jeans.

And apparently he was unaware that I was looking at him, because suddenly he stood up and took his shirt off.

My gaze continued to rivet on him. On his truly impressive six-pack … the light smattering of fair hair that covered his chest before snaking down that six-pack and disappearing into the waistband of his jeans … his thoroughly impressive biceps.

I really didn't want to stare, but damn. And his window was wide open, it was kind of hard not to look.

Then unexpectedly his head turned my way, just as I was staring — and literally fell to the floor.

Great. I just moved next door to incredibly attractive guy, I've already ruined it. I don't think I'll ever be able to get up from this floor again. I should just lay here and wait to die, I deserve it.

Or maybe I'm just being paranoid and he didn't even notice me. It's a long shot, but still a possibility.

Right then, I heard the doorbell ring. Maybe the moving truck came early? I pried myself off the floor, and walked down the stairs to the front door. I opened it anxiously, and then drew in my breath sharply as I stared at the person who stood before me.

Oh. My. God.

Hmm... who's at the door? You're gonna have to wait until next chapter to find out ;] Although I'm sure you guys already have it figured it out. Honestly, it's not very hard to guess. haha.

And I apologize, for any spelling or grammar errors that I may have made. It's a curse, because I type really fast (: