I decided to frop "the bodyguard" and start this fanfiction. i hope you guys like this one. i personally think it is a million times better:]]] give me comments please:]
Haley’s POV
June 15, 2006
Today was the day, the day where my neighborhood threw the biggest block party ever. The past parties have been a blast, but that was because I had spent it with my boyfriend. This year I was going with my best friend, Morgan.
Today was the perfect day to have the party. The sky was pure blue, the sun was shining, and there wasn’t a cloud in sight.
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Maybe I should introduce myself. I’m Haley, your pretty normal, everyday 15 year old. Long, layered, dark brown hair with natural reddish, brownish highlights, brown eyes, slender body, 5’ 5”, and sort of tan skin, pretty typical right?
My parents were on vacation for the summer and I was housing with my 20 year old brother, who was working right now and going to a different party later. We lived in a large development of houses in California. I had to say, we lived in a pretty large house.
I’m single right now, and totally loving it. I had given up on guys ever since my last boyfriend, which was three months ago.
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My doorbell rang as I was eating some breakfast and watching the TV in the kitchen. I had the whole house to myself today; of course I wouldn’t be in it all day. I walked to the door and twisted the knob. As soon as I opened the door, Morgan yelled into my ear, “Why aren’t you dressed? The party starts soon!”
I checked the time, 10:14. The party wouldn’t start until 12:00.
“Morgan, you know the party starts at noon and that I’m not a morning person,” I complained, letting her in.
I was still in my pajamas as we walked to the kitchen.
“Come on…you know I want to go early so we can scope out what they are doing,” she pleaded, giving me her sad face. That always got me. “Fine, I’ll go change. As soon as I finish my breakfast though,” I said.
“Yay!” she yelled. I smiled and ate the rest of my cereal.
Morgan was waiting in my room, sitting on the couch and watching TV.
I had changed into some jean capris, a black and white polka dotted tank top underneath a subtle pink v-neck t-shirt. She glanced at my direction and flipped off the TV. “You look great! Let’s go!” she said.
“One second,” I said as I entered a different part of my room and grabbed my house key and cell phone off my desk.
“Ok, ready,” I told her, grabbing her out of my room.
I locked my house door and we headed outside. The air was still fresh and smelled of the fresh dew.
We walked around and saw people setting up their stuff. There was a dunk tank next to a pool, a few carnival games, a lot of food, and much more.
We walked around the whole neighborhood and had one last street left. We rounded the corner and started walking a few steps. Both of us stopped dead in our tracks when we saw what was in front of us.
Standing about 50 feet away from us, setting up their equipment, were the Jonas Brothers.
