"Alison, grab that box..." My mother instructs with a brown moving box in her hands. I bend down to pick up the box, which is marked, 'Kitchen' and walk into the front door of our new house in California. It's a nice two story house with four spacious bedrooms. My father grabs the box out of my hands and easily places it on the kitchen counter. I am a sixteen year old brunette with long dark brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. My father's name is Anthony and my mother's name is Connie. My mother is a registered nurse and my father is a police officer. You can say I live a protective lifestyle along with an older brother who's twenty two. He's moving out here also but he's coming tomorrow along with one of his best friends.

I make my way outside to grab another box to help out when an older male and female approaches me with nice warm vibes. I have no idea who they are so I guess they are neighbours.

"Hi?" I greet them with a small smile and a curious look. "Mom, Dad!" I yell out to them.

Seconds later my parents come out and stand next to me. "Oh, Faith and Jack Britt. . ." My mother chuckles and waves "They live next door." She informs me. I guess my mother met them before. They've come to help? Or say hi? "How are you?"

"Fine thanks. . . Is this your daughter?" The man, Jack, gestures to me
"Yes, this is Sonny. Sonny this is the Britts. Faith and Jack."
"Hi. . ." I give a full smile to them and place the box on the grass to shake their hands.
We talked for a while until I grew bored and tired and let my parents take over the conversation for the most part.

A loud, stealthy sound makes me peer over Mr Britts shoulders. A silver, sleek Cadillac pulls up in their driveway. I see and hear the car door slam but don't see who gets out of it yet.

"We were wondering if you needed any help?" Faith asks. My attention is now fully fixed on the short, blonde haired man walking toward us. He is tall, fit, he is hot.

"I think we can manage, we're almost finished anyway. Thanks, though." My mother declines politely. When the man stands next to Mr Britts I feel kind of disappointed. He looks older than me. Like he had a couple years on me.

"Is this your son?" My father asks. His eyes were crystal blue. Like a perfect ocean that you want to get lost in.

"Yeah, Beau these are our new neighbors. Connie, Anthony and Sonny." He smiles and I feel myself go weak at the knees. He's gorgeous, man!

"Nice to meet you. . ." He states in a voice that made me want to pounce on him. But this is reality. Sadly.

"I'm gonna go take this box inside." I pick up the box again and hurry inside to the kitchen. It doesn't belong there but the kitchen has a window that leads to the front yard.

Beau stands there with my parents, talking with few smiles and laughs. How can a guy look that good? His parents did a good job creating him. I check him out from inside the house and thought things a virgin shouldn't be imagining. I chew on my bottom lip slightly, staring at the muscles that were exposed because of his white short sleeve crew neck shirt. Snap out of it, Sonny! Naughty!
Fine!

Wait... he's coming toward the house with one of the boxes. Ah! What do I do? Look cute, you idiot! I fix my shirt and pick up the box that belongs in the upstairs bathroom.

"Uh, Hey..." He greets me with a grin.

"Hey." I lamely respond. I don't know how to keep this conversation going. My instinct is making my stomach bounce.

"Uh this box goes in your room?" He says/asks. His voice is mesmerizing and deep. It's like the perfect morning voice except. . . it's not morning. I jump and nod.

"Oh, yeah. It's this way," I motion with my head so he can follow me, starting up the stairs and down the hall.

"So, how old are you?" He asks me.

"Sixteen. What about you?"

"Twenty one." Aw, man! This sucks! "Which school are you going to?"

"Um, Prime Arts Academy? Have you heard of it?"

"I might've gone there for four years. It's my alma mater" He chuckles.

I push open the door to my room. I let him in before dropping the box in my private bathroom. I caught my reflection in the medicine cabinet mirror. I look okay.

"Really? So what do you do now?"

"I'm a full time student at Stanford" He answers, placing the box on my bed and exhaling. Wow, Stanford? He's hot and he has brains. A double whammy. . .

"What's your major?"

"Business."

"Cool. Do you live at home?" I ask before quickly adding, "If you don't mind me asking?

"Yeah, it's close to home and paying to stay in a dorm seems like a waste of money when the school half an hour away."

"Yeah. I get it." I laugh lowly and nod in understanding.

You're answers are lame. . .

Shut up!

"Well, I should go." He sighs and gestures to the door. No. . . Stay. . . "See you around."

"Same here." I smile and feel my heart do a flip flop. When he leaves I close my door softly and let my jaw drop. He's really cute! It sucks that he's years older than I am. My parents should've had me earlier in their lives. I would've had a chance with him.

Ha! Who am I kidding?

A guy that gorgeous has a girlfriend who's probably just as gorgeous as he is. I shouldn't even be thinking about him like that. I have a boyfriend. A long distance boyfriend. My swooning over Beau is interrupted by a soft knock on the door. I reopened the door to see him standing there with his hand rubbing the back of his neck.

"Okay, how I left was rude so" There's a small awkward pause "would you like me to show you around? The neighborhood and California, I mean."

"Now?"

"Yeah that's what I meant. Obviously unless you can't then that's fine."

"Erm now's fine." I grin and grab my crappy screen-cracked Iphone off the dresser. "Let me just uh let me just let my dad know." He nods as I run down the steps to find my father.

Beau POV

"This place has the best pizza in the entire world. I don't know what they do to it but it's addictive." I open the door to Luigi's pizzeria, letting Sonny go in first. She's hot. I won't deny it but she's sixteen. I don't think her father would appreciate me finding his daughter to my liking. I checked her out from behind. She stands with her hands in the back pockets of her cut off shorts. Her red flannel shirt stop right at her hips and the tight white tank top clings to her curves. Is it possible for a sixteen year old to have curves that dangerous?

Yes, it is.

"It can't be that good" She scoffs and stands in front of the showcase that showed the pizza pie.

"You must not know real pizza." I challenge her. "Luigi..." I greet when I spot him with a smile at my lips. The man that gives me free pizza for being such a frequent costumer.

"Beau." He smiles and comes from behind the counter. "How you doing, man?" He pats my back with his still thick Italian accent. After living in America all these years his accent is still so strong.

"Good, good. Luigi, this is Sonny. She just moved here today. She's going to be eating here a lot."

"Hey." She gives him a small smile.

"Oh." He chuckles and kisses both her cheeks because of it's his custom for his female costumers. "Molta Bello, Beau. " He states.

She furrows her eyebrows and looks my way.

"He said you're very beautiful."

"Ah." She nods in understanding. "Thank you."

"Beau, you want your regular?" Luigi asks. I nod. "So, what you like? Your first pizza free." He exclaims nicely at Sonny and walks around the counter, picking up his spatula.

"Uh, a pineapple slice please." She tells shyly. He nods and goes to put our orders in. She likes pineapples on her pizza?
"Pineapple, that's absolutely disgusting. Who eats that?" I frown, totally grossed out as she smiles at me. She has a beautiful smile. A bright, sweet smile that a guy like me shouldn't burn into his head.

"It's good. You should try it." She suggests. "And to answer your question about who eats that I say a lot of people."

"It sounds disgusting." I scrunch up my face out of rejection.

"You seem close minded about the food you eat, Beau." She grins. A sweet grin and grabs a water bottle out of the cooler for herself.

"I'm not. It's just. . ." I stop to think for a second "pineapple on pizza doesn't sound like the greatest thing in the world."

"You really should try it."

"Nah..." I decline. We sit at one of the booths.

We talked a little, sharing laughs and chewing on our pizza. My pepperoni slice was good as usual and her pineapple one? Didn't appeal to me so much but she enjoyed it. That's what matters.

"Is it good or is it good?" I ask her, sipping on my soda.

"It's good..." She answers with a beautiful smile. "You were right."

"I'm always right."

"Oh are you, Beau?" She laughs and wipes her hands on the napkin.

"Yes, Sonny..." I retort back in a way I never meant to. My voice had gotten deeper and her lips pursed. She looks at me for a few seconds before lowering her eyes "...and since we're finished, we're going to drive by your school."

"Is it far from where I live? Meaning is it walkable distance?"

"It's a mile."

"It's walkable then."

"I guess, if you wanted to walk a mile."

"Yeah, I don't mind walking." She shakes her head and gestures to me shortly. "Why are you a business major? You don't look like the type of guy that likes business."

"And what do I look like then?"

"The type of guy that's very chill." I slow the chewing on my pizza and cock my head. I swallow my food so I can answer her. "Business men aren't that chill."

"Chill?" No, mean? Yes "Yeah, I guess."

"So, why business?"

"I like money." I simply say and she laughs quietly to herself, gets up and takes her paper plate, throwing it out and holding onto her half full water bottle. "Everyone likes money." She giggles and starts making her way to the car with me.

After I show her the school she is going to and laughing at her reaction at how big the tan building was, we start back to the house.

"Thanks for showing me around." She smiles at me from across the grass that separates our houses.

"No problem."

"Beau Jayden Britt you are wanted in your backyard!" I hear a male voice yell from outside. I get up from my seat at the desk and look out my window. Of course, it would be Bryce, James and Grayson. They randomly show up at my house. I go down the steps and into my backyard, closing the sliding door and to greet them. I take the box of cigarettes out of my back pocket, placing a stick between my teeth.

"How did you get into my house?" I chuckle and offer them all bro hugs. They accept.

"Your mother keeps a key underneath the flower pots." Bryce answers with a smirk. "It's a recipe for a rob." Bryce has been my best friend since kindergarten and Grayson from first grade. James, he grew up in the house down the block. I don't know why we all clicked but they're the best guys I can have.

"I'm calling the cops for breaking into my house" I threaten, taking my black lighter out and lighting my smoke. "What's up?" I inhale from the stick and blew out a mouthful of smoke.

"There's a party at my place" James starts, reaching out for the box of Newport. "You should come by."

"What day? Friday?" I ask. "Yeah, alright. I'm in."

"Cool, cool" Grayson laughs. "So how's the new neighbor? Get on your bad side yet?"

"No, not at all" She's gotten on my good, wanting side. I want her. Physically. "She's friendly..."

"She?" They all breathe out.

"Yes, she, as in a female. The opposite sex, dumbass." I roll my eyes, taking another drag from the cigarette.

"Sounds like Beau's going to have a lot more fun." Bryce mumbles.

"Nah, I'm not." I shot that whole thought down. He shrugs and nudges Grayson's shoulder.

"It's like the girl next door all over again."

"No, it's not. Amy..." The girl that used to live there when I was younger, around twelve years old. "...was interested in me and I didn't have the same feeling for her."

"But you kissed her." James light his cigarette and shrugs.

"Playing spin the bottle." I clarify. "Don't give me shit about this."

"Why not? Is it because we're right?" Grayson laughs loudly. "Don't be mad."

"No one is mad." I answer.

"Yeah, okay."

"What are you guys —"

A loud spring rang through the backyard which cuts off what I'm about to say. The brown fence hide what made the noise but when I turn my head I see Sonny up in the air. Go down. . . then come back up. They owned a trampoline? I tap the ash off the end of my cigarette.

"Is that your new neighbor?" James asks, looking in the same direction I was looking in. I nod and watched her bounce repeatedly with her back facing us.

She has a nice ass, I could tell by her denim shorts.

What? I'm 21. I'm not looking at her ass.
...yes, you are.

"Sonny!" I call out to her but received no answer. "Sonny!" I try again, still no success.

"She might have her iPod on." Gray points out. I pick up the old, half deflated, basketball we used to play with and throw it at her, aiming for her side so it wouldn't hurt her. When it hit her arm, she turns around and pulls her purple headphones out of her ear.

"What are you doing?" I move closer to the gate while she still jumped.

"Jumping on my trampoline. What are you doing?"

"Watching you jump up and down."

"Oh..." She smiles. "That's good to know."

"Yeah, come over. There are people I want you to meet."

"Now?"

"Yes, now" She gradually stops bouncing and I walk over to where the guys are standing.

"That's your new neighbor?" James chokes out. He threw the stick to the ground and folds his arms.

"Yeah. . ." I think I know what they're about to say.

"Wow." Grayson deadpan. "That really isn't fair."

"She's hot" Bryce immediately states.

"She's sixteen" I say, breathing more smoke.

"She's jailbait" He exclaims. I snicker and run my fingers through my hair. Sonny comes through the backyard gate with her hand on her shoulder with the basketball in one hand and her feet bare. She's cute. I smirk and watch her chest rise and fall.

Stupid cute!

"What's up?" She breath out.

"Aren't you supposed to be unpacking?" I take yet another long drag. She scrunches up her nose.

"I got bored." She responds. "I have twelve boxes and I'm only up to number three."

"This is Grayson, James and Bryce. Guys, this is Sonny." She shyly smiled and gave a wave. "If I'm not around and you need something and one of them are here feel free to ask."

"Why would. . . they be in your house if you weren't here?" She looks at me, furrowing her eyebrows.

"I don't know. I come home from school and they'll be sitting in my room." We all laugh and took a seat on the grass but she doesn't. Her head turned back to her house and then slowly back to us. Looking slightly uncomfortable.

"We want to get to know you so take a seat." Gray smirks.

"I can't. I have to go and. . . Uh unpack."

"You were just jumping around. Now you have to unpack?" I quirk a brow in a condesnding way. "Sit."

"I'll see you later. Nice meeting you guys." I grab her ankle before she can walk away and look at her.

"Nope, we're going to talk." I pull her down gently and sit her next to me.

"You're going to get me in trouble." She sighs, crossing her creamy ivory legs.

"You'll be fine..." I nudge her slightly. She chortles a small laugh while I tap ash again.

"Where'd you move from?" James ask with curiosity swimming in his eyes, leaning on his hands.

"Wisconsin." She answers. I unconsciously put my arm around her shoulder. It's an instinct. 😉

"Aw... but why?"

"My father wanted to move to a city with better benefits for his job." What?

"What does he do?"

"He's a police officer for LAPD." Grayson furrows his eyebrows and purses his lips. Her fathers a cop. I live next door to a LA police officer. I might as well kill myself.

"You're the only child?"

"Nope. I have an older brother."

"So... your fathers a cop and you're the only girl. Sounds like a sheltered life to me." James teases her and runs his fingers through his short hair.

"I'm not that sheltered." Sonny denies.

"You have a dad who's an Officer and an older brother. You're sheltered."

"Did you have a boyfriend back home?" Bryce asks in the middle of looking at me. I glare at him and shake my head. Why would he ask that?

"Um, yeah." She chuckles. Fuck! Well, of course she'll be taken. She's hot.
She's still 16...

"Oh really, you're trying long distance?" Bryce then asks. "That rarely works."

"Uh..." She slacks her shoulders "It just does with us."

"Is there a reason?" He continues. She shakes her head as her answer. "There has to be. Aw... is it because you're in love?" He drawls out playfully. Sonny laughs loudly and shakes her head again.

"No, I'm not in love with him."

"What's his name?"

"Michael."

"He's older?" I inquire she nods and closed her eyes for a couple of seconds.

"He's eighteen. . ."

"You say it like it's a sad thing. That's only two years" I say.

"No, um my father doesn't like him. It's a cop thing."

"Why is that?"

"It's a father thing. No father wants their little girl to date."

"Oh." We nod and get the understanding. She's sixteen and she's extremely hot so that makes the attraction even worse. Her father is just being a dad. I understand now.

"What about you?" She motions to the guys in front of her. "Girlfriends. . ?"

"Nope." They all say instantly.

"Why not?"

"I'm too focused on school." James answers with a smirk.

"That's one lie, where's the other two?" She grins, knowingly. "Is it because you sit in this backyard all the time."

"Haha!" Grayson  deadpans. I snicker lightly before she looks at me.

"What about you, Beau?"

"What about me?"

"Girlfriend?"

"Nope."

"Sonny." We all turn our heads to the male voice that called her. Her dad is standing at her small balcony, looking over at us. I won't lie, when I first saw her dad, I was a little intimidated but then I realized I won't be dealing with him ever so I can care less.

"Hey, dad."

"You're not finished packing." He states while she starts getting up. "Get back over here."

"It's my fault, Mr. Shay."

"Hm." He fakes a smile. I can see that her father is protective. He probably doesn't care if she unpacks, he just wants her out of my backyard and anyway from the guys next door. "Now, please..." He says to her.

She took the now small cigarette out of my fingers and tosses it on the pavement of my backyard. She steps on it and turns around.

"Bye..." She waves with a laugh and leaves the backyard to me and my guys. Did she just take my smoke?

"Wow, she took your cigarette. What are you gonna do about that, Britt?" Grayson blurts out.

"Nothing, she's sixteen. It'll be my ass in jail if I reprimanded her."

"You. . ." Pause. "like her." He then says out loud.

"As a friend? Maybe, she's cool."

"No, I mean a little more than that."

"She's jailbait, dude. Plus, by the looks of it, her father is over protective. I would get killed." Her father did seem a little upset that she was over here.

"You had your arm around her and all." James snickers and slaps my shoulder.

"In a friendly way. Damn, back off." I laugh shoulder slapping him on the shoulder in return.

"You almost killed yourself when she said she had a boyfriend, didn't you?" Bryce teases. I flip him off shortly and stand up.

"I'm going to get a beer" I mumble and start for the kitchen. They are right behind me so I take out enough for all of us. "So, why the party?" I change the subject.

"I needed something to do over the weekend. Portlyn's going to be there." He informs me. I laugh lowly and take a sip of my now open beer.

"What does that mean, James?"

"She's easy and you can get a quick lay like you always do. Take your mind off of Sonny..." They all laugh at the last part.

"Ha ha" I say in a monotone "I don't like Sonny" I state honestly. "She's just some sixteen year old girl who I decided to hang out with because she just moved here. It was a friendly gesture and nothing more." I don't like her. She's attractive and I would fuck her if I could but she's sixteen, her fathers a cop and she has older brothers. I'm looking at ten years in the Pen. Plus, she's too. . . nice. I date and have sex with women who put themselves out as a bitch. I'll ruin a nice girl and tear her to pieces.

"A friendly gesture always becomes friendlier." Grayson taunts.

"You know what, get out" I point to the front door.

"Alright, relax. We were just kidding. If you don't like her, I'll take your word for it."

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