(Bonnie: i took away the first chapter, so I'd have more to post. hahaha....)
One day I was sitting in front of the house, letting the sunshine was over me, when I heard a huge rumble; almost like thunder.
I adjusted my baseball cap and stood up, my brown hair falling front in front of my shoulders to my back.
I looked at the corner, and a huge moving truck turned it.
I ran next door, just in case they came to the vacant house, which they did. Behind the monster-ish truck drove a black Sedan.
It stopped in the driveway and a big man with dark skin got out, followed by a woman with dark brown hair. Then, a man with light brown hair, carrying a boy about three.
Then, something caught my eye.
A boy, about my age, with curly brown hair, a stick-thin figure, and a scowl on his face climbed out of the car, followed by what looked like his brothers, both older. One had short, curly brown hair and the other with dark brown hair in a boy-bandesque short mo-hawk.
"What's wrong with you?" I head the Mo-hawk one say, grabbing Curly's arm.
"Go away," Curly growled, shoving Mo-hawk away and walking inside. I thought maybe I should bring them something. I went inside, where my mom lay hung-over on the couch.
Yes, my mother was an alchohalic, but my dad tried his best.
"Dad?" I called through the big house.
"Up here, sweet!" He called back, obviously from the study. My father was a music producer from Hollywood Records. He always had to work, that's why he just tried to help my mom when he could, so he wouldn't have to put her into rehab.
I climbed up the spiral staircase and skipped into the study.
"Dad, there's new people next door," I began, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. "Do we have anything to give them to welcome them?" My father turned around in his chair.
"Yes, there are cookies in the fridge--" He stopped and thought for a moment. "Well, why don't I go with you?"
My face lit up. "Yay!" He took my hand and ran down the steps with me. We grabbed the cookies fromt he fridge and made our way over to the house next door.
We knocked, and the skinny Curly answered, clutching a huge gallon thing of water.
"What do you want?" He asked. My dad looked at me, then at him, then back at me.
"Hello, son. Is your mom or dad home?" Dad asked. Curly rolled his eyes and left the doorway.
The woman with dark curly hair returned.
"Hello there!" She said cheerfully. I smiled at her. "You must be our neighbors!"
"Yes," my dad said. "I'm John, and this is Hayley."
"Well it's very nice to meet you," she said, bending down to hug me. "I'm Denise Jonas."
Right then, something clicked with my dad.
"Oh, are you the mother of the Jonas Brothers?" He asked. She nodded and beamed.
"How did you know about us?"
"Oh, I work in the music industry. I heard about you from the Columbia people," he explained. She nodded.
"Well, would you like to come in?" She asked, stepping to the side.
"If that's alright with you," my dad smiled. "I know how hard it is to move in, then have visitors." He chuckled.
"Oh, no. That's alright! I want Hales to meet my sons," she patted my shoulder. I blushed as she called me Hales. My friends used to call me that before... Well, lets just say I don't talk to them anymore.
"Ok," I said, walking softly into the house. I think it was nearly a replica of ours. Same soft wall color, although we painted one of ours orange to catch the light.
"BOYS!" Denise called up the stairs. There was a chorus us "WHAT" and "YES" in response. "There's someone here I want you to meet!"
The pairs of feet charged down the stairs and towards the beige couch the was already against the wall in the living room. The oldest looked up at me and smiled.
"I'm Kevin," he said as I down on the floor. "I'm 16." I smiled back.
"Nice to meet you--" I began, but before I could get another word out, the second eldest jumped onto me, pinning me to the ground.
"JOSEPH!" I heard Denise cry out. He chuckled as I opened my eyes to see that he had pinned me to the ground, his face inches from mine. My cheeks flushed with fury as his chocolate brown eyes stared into mine. I used all of the strength to roll him over and pin HIM to the ground.
"I'm Hayley," I said, letting acid seep into my voice. He raised his eyebrows.
"Joe," he said.
"Ok, Hales. Let him up," my dad said, luaghing a bit. "Hayley plays a lot of sports. She's very strong for an 11-year-old."
"Wow, I'm surprised she could shift Joseph," Denise giggled. "He's 14." I smiled down at Joe befor letting him up where he took his seat between Kevin and Curly.
"Nick..." Denise said, warningly.
"What," he said in a flat tone.
"Introduce yourself, young man," she said, her face suddenly becoming angry.
"I'm Nick, I'm 11." He never looked up from the floor.
"Oh, good! You two can play together!" My dad exclaimed. Of course he would want me out of his way.
SHUT UP, SPENCER!
YOU ARE WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYY MORE AMAZING!
