When the small ceremony for my mom had ended me and my aunt drove to Sweet Amoris where she had lived her adult life.
I stared into the car mirror and hazily washed over my red, puffy eyes and my tear-stained cheeks. And hopped out of the truck and took in the view of my new home.
It was an average home but a little nicer. Definitely nicer than moms house.
"Auntie what do you do for a living?" I said surveying my new home.
"I'm a fashion designer why?" she said while taking out my guitar.
"Just wondering." I stated
"Oh okay." She said.
I looked around and saw I also had neighbors. The one on the right was a bit longer with a circle drive but the one on the right was tall and elegant. I saw a boy sitting on the porch fiddling with a black guitar. There was a cigarette in his mouth while he was tuning the guitar. He looked so concentrated. I was jealous. I wish I had something to occupy my mind right now. He had blood red hair and from the looks of it, grey eyes. He looked really handsome. He looked up from his guitar and stared straight at me. I quickly turned away avoiding his hot but intimidating gaze. I heard him scoff but paid him no mind. I grabbed my guitar from auntie and headed into my house.
Once I was inside I took a tour and found everything anyone would ever need in a home.
"Auntie where is my room?" I asked.
"Its the upstairs the door on your right. I'm sorry but I don't have another bedroom but you can use what was supposed to be used for a gameroom." she said
"Oh okay."
I walked up the spiral staircase and found my room.
I wasn't expecting that. It was a large, empty room with a bland bed, nightstands and a master bathroom. It was beautiful. I was so excited. There was even room for my guitars and amps. I happily ran down stairs.
"Thank you so much! I can't tell you how grateful I am." I said excitedly.
"Im sorry I was rude to you before I didn't mean to I was just hurt." I admitted sadly.
"Its alright. Make yourself at home, afterall it is yours." she said sweetly. I hugged her.
Once I finally got everything out of the truck I started to make the bedroom, mine. First I started with my bed. I put on my Purple and black bed stuff with throw pillows and blankets. Then I put my annoying alarm clock on my nightstand. I filled my closet in my bathroom. Then I decorated my bedroom with aimless things like posters and decorations and my guitars and stuff. When I was finally done It was already 11:30. I needed to go to bed. And just like that I fell asleep.
I tossed and turned for some reason I couldn't go back to sleep. Thats when I heard it a loud and booming familiar sound. The sound of a beautiful guitar. I got out of bed still in my day clothes and put my hair in a ponytail. I walked up to my window to see if it was coming from there. I drew my curtains back an let the moonlight was over me. I looked through my window and saw a boy with a window parallel to mine. I heard the lovely sound his fingers created and I opened my large window to hear better. I saw that red head from earlier look up at me the same way he did last time but now, I didn't look away. His features startled me for a second. His beautiful striking features. They created a frustrated look. But I stared not daring to be shy or look away. He wasn't wearing a shirt he was just in boxers and he looked good.
He stood up and opened the window.
"What brings you to this hellhole new girl?"
"Eh." I said.
"Why do you live in this hellhole?" I asked.
"Like I would tell you that." He said.
"Why not? We are neighbors after all." I said giggling.
"Do you even know who they are?" He asked ignoring my comment while pointing to my shirt.
"Yea, why?" I said slowly.
"Who are they then?" He asked crossing his arms over his chest.
"This logo represents Winged Skulls and they happen to be my favorite band." I said.
"Not bad, New girl." He said mock clapping
"So what brings you to waking me up in the night with your guitar playing?" I said.
"Oh just looking for ways to annoy you." He said sarcastically and I laughed.
"Really, Is that so?" I said.
"Where are you from?" He asked.
"Texas." I stated.
"A cowgirl eh?" He said with a redneck accent.
"Why does everyone think texas is the wild west?! Its as modern as any other normal state!" I said correcting him.
"Feisty to." He said while laughing. His laugh was deep and raw it sounded warm but cold as one.
"Anyway, What song were you playing? I've never heard it before but I really like it." I said looking down.
"Actually I wrote it." He said.
"You? Wrote that?" I said.
"Yea? Whats the big deal?" He said as his face flushed just a tiny bit.
"Oh nothing, you just didn't strike me as a guy who wrote songs." I said.
"I hear that a lot." He said acting proud.
I walked over in my room and grabbed my red guitar from its place and hung it around my neck.
"Here play your song and ill try to come up with some back chords like a beat to it." I said
"Uh okay." He said doubtfully.
He started playing his song and I made a foundation under it. I quietly sung words that I thought would go best and there we have it. As soon as he was done he looked up at me.
"I don't know many girls who can keep up with that sorta thing." He said almost surprised.
"Im not like most girls." I said.
"I can tell."
"Whats that supposed to mean?" I said almost laughing.
He got up from his seat and shut his window leaving a crack open.
"Night, New girl."
"Hey wait!" I asked.
"Yes?" He said sounding annoyed.
I fumbled with my words I didn't want him to leave
"Whats your name?" I blurted.
He scoffed.
"Castiel, And you?" He said mocking me.
"Aria." I said.
"Hm That reminds me of something." He said.
"What?"
"That ugly band chick who died last year. You know the one with the Pink hair?" He laughed coldly and shut his window.
I took a few steps back and tripped and hit my head on my bed frame
"Ouch, Damn that hurt!" I cursed to myself.
I saw him shut his curtain and turn off the lights I did the same.
"At least I have a hot neighbor." I said to myself before falling back asleep.
