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Lowering my window, I stick my head out. “A thank you would be appreciated!”
He doesn’t even turn around—he’s practically racing toward the school building. “Ungrateful pest,” I mutter as I kill the engine and undo my seatbelt.
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Chapter One
Katie
“Oh my gosh! Two hotties are moving in next door,” my best friend says from the window, where she’s peering out like a creeper. She whips around to stare at me with shining hazel eyes. “Did you know about this?”
Rising from my bed, where I’ve been diligently practicing for my audition tomorrow, I join her at the window and look out. Two guys with identical shades of black hair are carrying things from the moving truck into the Westons’ old house. They lived there practically my whole childhood, until Mr. Weston died and his wife was placed in a nursing home a few months ago.
I guess the house will be this new family’s now.
“No, I didn’t know,” I tell my best friend. Dad probably did, but it’s not like he and I talk much anymore, anyway.
Phoenix presses her face to the glass, her breath fogging it up. “They look our age, don’t they?”
I no longer have a clear shot of the guys because Phoenix is hogging the whole window. I only manage to see the top of their heads as they go to and fro from the truck to the house.
“Maybe,” I say.
“You’re so lucky,” she says, her face practically fused to the window. Any more and she’ll crash right through. “I wish two hot boys moved in next door to me. But nothing interesting ever happens on my block. All the good stuff happens on yours. Ooh!” She squeals when the two of them turn at the exact same time toward the direction of my window. “You think they’re twins?”
Because she moved over, I have a slightly better view of my new neighbors. Their faces are pretty similar and they’re tall, but everything else about them is so different. One of them, the one with the shorter hair, is built up like an athlete. His brother is much lankier, with hair that reaches just above his shoulders. He carries the stuff a little more carefully than the bigger guy, like he doesn’t want to damage his hands. I wonder if he’s some sort of artist.
Phoenix sits back with a sigh, pushing her dark red hair away from her face. “I can watch them all day.”
“That’s stalking,” I point out.
She shoos me away and strains her neck as far to the right as possible. The guys have brought in most of the stuff and are now standing in front of their new house, trying to make order of the huge mess before them.
“I guess the show is over?” I say.
“No way.” She stretches her neck so far back I swear it’s longer than a giraffe’s. “I can still see a little from here. There’s a woman. Must be their mom. Where’s their dad? Maybe he didn’t come yet.”
I walk back to my bed and plop down with the lyrics to “Home.” I know this song by heart, but I haven’t stopped memorizing it over and over again since Miss Diaz, the director of the musical, emailed the students to inform us we’ll be performingBeauty and the Beastthis semester. It’s been my dream to play a Disney princess since I was a little kid. I’m nervous I’ll botch up my audition tomorrow.
“Aw, c’mon!” Phoenix complains as she presses her face to the far right of my window. “I can’t see them anymore. Ooh, there’s a motorcycle! You think it’s one of the guys’?”
“Don’t you have to start your live stream?” I ask.
My words seem to fly right past her ears.
“Phoenix?”
“Ooh, I caught a glimpse! C’mon, twin hotties, go get something else from the truck so I can see your beautiful faces.”
I roll my eyes and laugh. “I’m sure you’ll have plenty of time to ogle them when you come over again. Which is like every day.” She practically lives here.
Again, she doesn’t seem to hear me.
“Uh, Phoenix?”
Nothing.
“Earth to Phoenix?” I reach for my pillow and chuck it at her, smacking her in the back of her head.
