Chapter 2
I can do this. I know I can.
All I have to do is knock and introduce myself…or maybe I should have brought something with me after all. But all we had were some leftovers of meat loaf from last night. I doubted they would appreciate that very much.
I shook my head. I should just get on with it. I didn't really have much of a choice since I'm sure Marlene and Alice were looking over the window to watch what's about to happen. It wasn't like I could run away. Even if I wanted to. Very much. And it was my idea after all…
Oh, I'm being neighborly, for Merlin's sake! There was nothing wrong with that. Except maybe the ulterior motives I have that may or may not include me wearing one of Petunia's best sundresses andintroducing myself to the hot guy so we—
And lo and behold, the door suddenly opened.
"Dad, I'll just go ahead and throw the trash,"
Trash?
His eyes widened when he saw me, "Oh. Hello there."
The hot bloke from across the street was even better looking up close. His blond hair was tousled, probably from all the ruckus of moving in. He was wearing a navy blue shirt and a pair of trousers. And Merlin, he had the bluest eyes I had ever seen, probably even bluer than Professor Dumbledore's.
He looked at me expectantly, and I realized I was yet to say something.
"Erm..Hello! I just wanted to introduce myself and to welcome you—"
"Man, your accent is really cool." Hot bloke from across the street said.
What did he just say?
"I'm sorry?"
"I said your accent is really cool…which probably makes you think I'm a weirdo."
Merlin, I hadn't even considered the fact that he might be some sort of creep who tells strangers that their accents are cool. What if he only looked good but was, in fact, a complete git? Kind of like Potter…
"A little bit, yeah."
He laughed. "Hi, I'm Phillip Thompson. Call me Phillip." He extended his hand. "My dad and I just moved here from New York."
Oh, he's American. That's why he thought my accent was cool.
I smiled and took his hand. "Hello, Phillip. I'm Lily Evans and welcome to the neighborhood…and to Great Britain as well, now that I think about it."
He smiled. "Thanks, Lily. And sorry for creeping you out with the accent comment, it's just that I've always been fascinated with the British accent. It's very different from mine, although we speak the same language."
Wait till you meet someone Scottish.
"It's alright. Your accent isn't too bad either."
"Do you, uh, want to come in? Be warned though, it's still pretty messy. I mean, we've just moved in about—"
"Two hours ago, I know."
Merlin, did I just say that out loud?
He looked at me strangely. "How'd you know?"
I DID! I DID! CURSE YOU, MARLENE! CURSE YOU!
Now he's going to think I'm some sort of stalker.
"I..I live from across the street and I saw a movers' truck pull over here just around two hours ago and I put two and two together so…"
He smiled.
Ok, he knows. He's figured it out in his little handsome head. He's going to think I'm such a freak.
"I see. Well, come in then. Make yourself at home; I'll just throw the trash." He said, as he held up the rubbish bag.
I couldn't bring myself to go in without him, so I waited for him to finish throwing the trash. But even as I waited by the doorway, I could see that the layout of his house was exactly the same as mine. The staircase was situated by the front door, the kitchen towards the end of a corridor on the right, and the living room just right before the kitchen, on the left side of the corridor.
A tall man emerged from the living room, which I can only assume to be Philip's dad. He had the same blonde hair as his son, and the same bluer than blue eyes.
"Phillip, what on earth is taking you so long? I need you to move those boxe—Oh. Hello. How can I help you?"
"Hello, Mr. Thompson, I'm Lily Evans and I live across the street. I just wanted to introduce myself and to welcome you to the neighborhood."
"Hi Lily! Please, just call me Miles. That's great. You Brits are really nice. You're the third person to come over here and welcome us. And we've only been in the neighborhood for—"
"Two hours, she knows." A voice from behind me said. I turned around and saw the smirking face of hot bloke from across the street. Or should I start calling him Phillip in my head too? When he saw me looking at him, he winked.
Actually winked!
This is so embarrassing! Maybe I could Apparate and ask either Marlene or Alice to modify their memories.
"There you are, son. I see you've met Lily,. I've been looking all over for you."
Phillip rolled his eyes. "I told you I was going to throw the trash, remember?" Then he looked over to me, "My dad's ageing process is remarkably fast, as you can see."
Mr. Thompson—Miles smirked. He looked very much like his son at the moment. "Oh, shut up. You'll get here soon enough. You're my kid that means you have my genes."
"But that also means I have Mom's genes. Maybe they don't grow old so fast in her side of the family."
His dad's eyes widened. He looked at his son in shock. Phillip looked shock too, as if he couldn't believe what came out of his mouth.
I felt very much like I was intruding. Come to think of it, Phillip did only say that he and his dad moved here from New York. He didn't mention a mum…
Miles spoke first. "Maybe they don't." He then turned to me, "Lily, you should come over for dinner. Bring your parents too, if they want."
To be honest, I thought he was going to ask me to leave. So the offer caught me completely off guard.
"Oh, I wouldn't want to impose. You're both very busy and most likely tired as well. I wouldn't want to be a bother. And my parents are actually in my sister's fiancé's house at the moment. I only have two of my friends with me at home."
"Oh c'mmon, I clearly asked you, which means you didn't impose at all. It's a shame the rest of your family won't be able to join us though. But you should bring your friends, if they're around you and Miles's age then maybe they could be his friends too. Think of it as a favor to us." He urged.
Phillip cleared his throat. "Yeah, Lily. Have dinner with us. It'll be fun. And I don't really want to be friendless for too long."
What have I got to lose?
"Well, if you put it that way…" I smiled, "I would love to have dinner with you."
Phillip smiled back. "That's more like it. Come back here at around seven. Dinner will be ready by then."
A/N: Hey reader hey! So she's finally met hot bloke from across the street! :D What do you guys think? Love him? Hate him? Let me know by reviewing! Reviews mean the world to me 3 Till the next chapter!
