New Girl Next Door
" Hey, Josh, someone's trashing your car." Megan said. She pointed toward the door. "Better go kill them."
"Yea, good luck with that." Drake, their brother looked up at Josh from his position on the couch.
Josh groaned. "Not again!! This just happened last week!!!" Walking towards the solid oak door, he paused. Turning to his sister, he asked, "This isn't another prank, is it?"
Megan's eyes narrowed. "No. I swear, some goon is totally messing up your car. You don't believe me? Go look outside."
Josh decided to believe her- this time. After all, how harmful could a simple look out the door be? He ran up to the door and yanked it open. Instantly, a giant tub of cold chilli cascaded down, covering his face and completely destroying the floor. "MEGAN!!!!"
Drake stifled a laugh.
"I thought you said this wasn't a prank!!!!!!!" Josh growled.
"It wasn't." Megan laughed. "That part was."
"Thanks for the tires, dude!!!" the goon's voices drifted in through the open door.
"MEGAN!! I AM GOING TO FIX YOUR WAGON!!!!!!!!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU PAYED PEOPLE TO DESTROY MY CAR!!!!!!!!" Josh screamed. Drake's laughter exploded. "YOU LITTLE DEMON!!!"
"I don't have a wagon." Megan smirked.
"IT's A FIGURE OF SPEECH!!!" Josh bellowed. He charged toward Megan, who bolted upstairs toward her room.
" See ya, boob!!" she called over her shoulder.
Josh slammed the door shut, and followed his sister up the stairs, not realizing how this could endanger his health.
Drake heard the footsteps up the stairs and shook his head, laughing. He was about to pick up the remote to change the channel when he head the doorbell ring.
He opened the door and found himself face to face with the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She had waist length, brown hair with a soft curl. She wore a denim miniskirt and a purple tank top. She had purple strappy sandals and long, slender legs. Her soft face held a sweet, shy smile. Behind her were the two goons, each holding two of Josh's tires.
"Hi." she said softly. "Do these belong to you?"
"Uh, hi." Drake smiled at her. "Those-those belong to my brother, Josh. Here, come inside for a moment. I'll go get him."
"Oh, sure." She stepped inside. "What's on the floor?" She didn't dare step on it.
"Chilli." Drake replied.
She looked very confused.
"I'll tell you later. It's a very long story."
She carefully stepped over it, her sandals nearly slipping off her feet. She lost her balance and fell straight into Drake's arms. "Aaah!"
Drake looked into her pretty green eyes and smiled softly. "Has anyone ever told you that you look like Diana Vosh?" he said softly, still holding her.
"Not lately." she smiled back at him, her arms still around his neck.
At that instant, Josh came down the stairs, using a towel to wipe the chilli off his face. He walked strait past Drake and the girl, then backed up. Still staring into each other's eyes, they didn't notice him.
"Hi!" Josh said cheerfully, startling the two. They broke apart, suddenly realizing what they were doing. She nervously brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Uh, yea...yea hi, Josh. This is...uh..." Drake searched for words, but couldn't find them.
"Oh! I'm sorry! I never introduced myself."
"You have absolutely nothing to be sorry for." Drake whispered to himself.
He hadn't intended for anyone else to hear what he said, but Josh did. "You work fast." he said in complete awe.
"What?" she said.
"Nothing!" Drake and Josh said at the same time.
"So what's your name?" Josh asked.
"Andrea Banks. I just moved here from Connecticut."
"Cool." Josh said. "So how long have you and Drake been going out? Like 5 seconds?"
"We're not going out.!" she said. She turned to Drake. "Your name's Drake? That's so cool!"
"Thanks." he said. "I've never been complimented on my name before."
"I'm a writer, so I notice things like that." Andrea shrugged.
Drake was immediately more interested. "What do you write?"
"Oh, you know, songs for my band, and some stories."
"You're in a band?" Drake said.
"Yes. I play guitar. Shocking isn't it?"
"Ahem." one of the goons cleared his throat.
"Oh yea," Drake remembered. "Josh, those dudes have your tires."
"Oh really." Josh said sarcastically.