Niall
We pulled into the driveway of Suzanne, the grandmother of the breathtaking girl who had made my pulse race since I met her. The last twenty minutes of the car ride had been mildly awkward, since I was an idiot and hadn't really meant to compliment her aloud. As soon as the car stopped, Amanda shifted towards me.
"Thank you, for driving me", she said shyly. My God, I love shy girls.
"It's no trouble, really. So um, tomorrow, do you think it'd be alright if I showed you around Mullingar? Your grandmother hasn't really been feeling well lately, and I don't want you to have to stay inside for the whole summer." It seemed to be a valid excuse, but I actually just wanted to see her again.
"Okay. That sounds nice", she answered, a smile forming on her lips.
I smiled at her for what seemed like the fiftieth time today. "Great, so I'll pick you up at around noon then?"
"That sounds good" she replied, still smiling at me. She grabbed her suitcase and walked up the steps to her grandmother's house and gave me a small wave as she walked inside. I had just realized that I had been staring at her the whole time. She must have thought I was insane. I started my car up again and took the literal three second drive to my house next door.
Amanda
I walked into my grandmother's semi-new house. It wasn't so much of a house, but more of a cottage, just like all of the other houses I had seen in the area.
"Amanda? Is that you?" I heard my grandmother say, as she walked into the hall to greet me.
"Hi!" I said happily and ran to hug her. I had missed her quite a lot, and was in desperate need of a book talk with her.
"How are you?" she asked me as I pulled away from the hug.
"I'm alright, I suppose" I answered. "So you're not feeling well?" I asked, with a hint of sadness in my voice.
"Oh, it's nothing too bad. My back has just been hurting a bit. That's what happens when you get old" she added with a chuckle. "I don't know if I'll be up for sightseeing for a few weeks though. My doctor said that I should just stay home until my back feels better. I'm sorry; I know how excited you were to visit everything" she said disappointedly.
"Actually" I said, "Your neighbor Niall offered to show me around the town tomorrow, since you're not feeling well. Is that alright? I can always stay and help you, if you need me."
"Oh, that was so sweet of him! He's a very nice boy; of course you can go. I don't want to keep you cooped up in the house for your whole vacation. Now, go unpack and get a bit of rest. You must be tired from your flight and the time difference."
"Yeah, I think I'll just go unpack and then go to bed. I'll see you in the morning then?" I replied tiredly.
"That sounds good. Your room is on the second floor; first door on your left!" she informed me.
I smiled and walked up the stairs and into the first room on my left; my room for the next two months. I looked around at it; it had a full bed on one wall and the walls themselves were painted a light coral, my favorite color. There was a giant wardrobe and dresser on one wall, and a pretty good sized television set mounted on the next wall. The last wall had a big desk leaning against it and next to the desk was another door, leading to my own bathroom. It was really a lovely room.
I sat down on the floor with my suitcase and unzipped it, some of its contents immediately spilling out. I pulled out the books that had been sitting on top and put them on top of the desk. I placed all of my clothes neatly in the dresser and put some of my nicer things in the wardrobe, along with the few pairs of shoes I had packed.
I went into the bathroom and put all of my toiletries away. All that remained in my suitcase was my laptop, my journal, my sketchbook, colored pencils, and paint, and my medication. I put the laptop on the desk next to the pile of books and the pills in the bathroom.
I finally took out the journal and skimmed through it, blood-stained pages filled with negative thoughts jumping out at me. This was the journal where I let all of my thoughts out, where I got rid of everything that was on my chest. It was the only thing that was keeping me from cutting deep enough to kill myself; if I hadn't started writing in it, who knows whether or not I'd still be breathing.
I took the journal and stowed it in the bottom drawer of my dresser and put the tiny box that had been burning a hole in my pocket for the last eight hours beside it.
I glanced at the clock that was hanging on the wall; it read 9:45. I went into the bathroom and changed into a pair of sweatpants and a tank top and brushed my teeth. I took my anti-depressant medication, Zoloft, and took my sleeping pills. I could never get to sleep without them, thanks to my anxiety disorder, which is just another mental illness I've been diagnosed with.
I settled into the comfortable bed and turned off the light on the nightstand. I feel asleep within fifteen minutes and found myself dreaming of that adorable blonde boy, Niall.
Niall
I had been sitting in my room, playing guitar for about an hour, when I finally put down my instrument in frustration. I couldn't focus on my playing at all. I had no idea why, but Amanda had yet to leave my mind. No girl had ever had this effect on me, and I had just met her less than twelve hours ago! I was happy that I could at least see her again tomorrow, but even that seemed to be too far away.
I looked out my bedroom window, which gave me a view of the side of Amanda's grandmother's, and well, for the summer, Amanda's house. It was usually quite a boring site, but now one of the upper windows was lit. The curtains were opened and I could see Amanda sleeping on her bed. Holy shit. This could not be happening. I had a view of her room. What luck.
I didn't want to seem creepy so I shut my curtains and got back to my guitar, but I couldn't stop thinking about how convenient this was. After about another half hour of playing, I decided to go to bed a bit early; after all, the sooner I was asleep, the sooner I could wake up and take Amanda all around Mullingar.
