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Half an hour or so later, we pulled into the driveway of a large, tan house with red spanish tiles on the roof. This house had to be at least three times larger than our old place.

"This house is gonna make me a diva!" I joked. Dad just laughed.

I looked down and up the street. The houses were big, but there seemed to be no life in them. Maybe it was just early in the morning or something? I wasn't quite used to the time change.

"Dad, are we the only family here?"

He was silent for a moment, with the look in his eyes that told me that there was something, something like a hidden package. "Well, no... I mean, there's that house behind you."

I whirled around in a flash and stood in awe at what was in front of me. It was about the biggest house I'd ever seen, with black iron gates tailing all around the stucco and glass white house.

"Holy shit. Dad, who lives here?" I asked, turning back around. He wasn't there. Effin' hell. "Dad? Hello? Who lives here?"

I heard footsteps and heaved a sigh of relief. So my dad hadn't left me all alone.

"Well, hellooo neighbor." a young voice whistled. That wasn't my dad. Unless he'd bought a voice changer.

I turned around. My mouth dropped. In front of me stood a guy with short blond hair and dark brown eyes. He was wearing blue surfing shorts and black flipflops. He was really cute. Where the hell have I seen him before?

I snapped back to reality. "H-h-hi...."I stammered, still staring in his eyes.

"Hey!" He said with a bright smile, walking towards me and gripping my hands into a handshake. God, his hands were so warm and soft. "You must be my new neighbor right? Uhh, you're name is..." He consulted the back of his hand for a second before looking back up at me. "Steve?"

I giggled. "If you want..most people call me Amy."

"Nice to meet you! Do you need any help moving in?" he took a step back and looked around.

"Uhh..." My brain hadn't come back to reality yet -considering it wasn't even in the same time zone as me yet - so I couldn't think stright.

"Well, um, it looks like your dad could need some help with those boxes."

"What boxers? I mean, boxes?" I asked, blushing two shades pinker. He just laughed in a friendly way, making me swoon into mush inside of me.

"The boxes that your dad's trying to lug into the house." he pointed behind me, where indeed my poor father was struggling to lift up the gigantic boxes. I suspected the one he was currently fighting against was my box of clothes. I flinched, knowing he wasn't as much in shape as he used to before the accident he had a few years ago.

"Yeah. Let's go, I mean, if you don't have anything else to do." I looked at the ground, waiting anxiously for an answer.

"Of course, Miss Lovely," he smiled, picking up my hand and laying a small kiss on it before walking over to my dad and starting to help with the boxes. Miss Lovely?