Neighbors

9

Quinn POV

It's Friday evening and I'm locking up the house before I head upstairs for the night. I walk into my dim lighted kitchen and hear a noise from the backyard, which startles me a little.

My eyebrows knot and my arms cross over my chest. I peek my head out the window and see Harry in my backyard, grabbing the red ball that was in my yard two weeks ago.

I shake my head to myself and open my back door. His eyes dart to me and his position remains still and his eyes look over in my directly slowly. "You know it looks bad breaking into the Mayer's yard," I say while stepping onto my patio.

"I'm not breaking in," He says causally. "I'm grabbing what's mine," He says while holding the ball. I walk closer towards him so I don't have to shout to speak.

"You said I could have it though," I bring up. "So, it kind of does look bad. I could even call the cops," A chuckle escapes his mouth and I bite my lip to refrain any laughter from mine.

"Sure, call the cops love," Harry says. My eyes narrow at the boy a few feet away from me.

"Don't call me love," I say.

"Sorry Quinta," I grip onto my arms more tightly and glare at him. My annoyance for him is bubbling inside of my stomach.

"Get out of my yard Henry," I say. "Of course while leaving the ball behind," I add.

"You know you're kind of a bitch," He says making my eyes narrow at him.

"You know you're kind of a douche." I say back to him.

"I've been nothing but nice to you," His voice turns bothered. "You've been nothing but rude,"

"Are you that offended that I didn't shake your hand?" I ask. "It's not a personal thing."

"So, if I was rich like you, wore polo's and khakis, would you still not shake my hand?" He asks me with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes, because I don't like shaking hands with strangers," I say honestly. His arms cross over his chest and he looks at me. "I'm being honest,"

"Uhuh," I roll my eyes at his comment.

"If you don't want to believe it, that's your fault." I say. "I'm a fairly honest person."

"What would you lie about then?" Harry asks me curiously. His arms cross over his chest and he stares at me.

"If I liked someone's outfit," I say, making him chuckle at my answer. "If it's my friend I'd tell her she looked bad, but if it was someone I didn't care about, I'd lie."

"How kind of you," He remarks humorously.

"I know right, I'm a real bitch," I say making his pink bottom lip go between his teeth.

"Why don't we restart?" He offers. "I'm Harry, your neighbor of almost twelve years,"

"I'm Quinn," I say poiletly.

"Nice to speak to you after eleven years," He gives me a friendly smile. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go back inside to watch my siblings."

Before he walks away, I talk. "Take your ball," I give in. Harry kneels down, picks it up, and looks at me.

"Thank you," He pauses. "Quinta," A chuckle escapes my lips causing Harry to smile widely. His dimples appear on his cheeks and he looks a me. "I just made you laugh," He says.

"No you didn't," I protest. Admitting that he made me laugh is something I don't want to say.

"You just chuckled," Harry brings up, still smiling. It's hard not to smile when he smiles beside of his dimples that are distracting.

"Goodnight Henry," I say before I walk away. I shake my head at him and bite my lower lip while closing the sliding door behind me.

A://N

I'm going to the mall with my friend , and I wanted to give you guys another update so enjoy

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