Amelia and I made it back to my house without any incidents. As soon as we were inside, Amelia lit the joint and passed it to me. My buzz was starting to wear off, so it was perfect timing. By the time we finished the joint, my stomach was audibly upset, so I went into the kitchen to make some food. Frozen pizzas seemed like they would be the easiest thing to make, but we added some extra cheese and pepperoni while we waited on the oven to preheat. Once the pizza was in the oven, I set a timer, and Amelia persuaded me to join her on the deck for another cigarette while it cooked.
“Do you think he’s single?” Amelia raised an eyebrow after exhaling a stream of smoke.
“I don’t know.” I shrugged. “It doesn’t really matter. We’re about to leave for college.”
“Of course it matters!” Amelia giggled—obviously the joint was doing the trick for her again. “You know what we should do? We should bake him some cookies!”
“Cookies?” My vision felt like it was throbbing—the weed wasn’t making me as jovial as it normally did for some reason.
“Yeah!” Amelia took another drag from her cigarette and nodded. “Good neighbors bake cookies when someone new moves into the neighborhood!”
“I don’t know.” I shook my head back and forth and stabbed out my cigarette before I even took a second puff. “I think I just want to chill for a little bit. I’m not feeling very good right now…”
“You probably just need to eat something.” Amelia took one last drag, then pressed the tip of her cigarette against the wood on the opposite side of the deck. “Let’s go inside and see if the pizza is ready.”
“It’s not ready…” I walked to the door and opened it. “It hasn’t even been ten minutes yet.”
I sat down on the couch, and the sick feeling inside me got more intense. I was definitely hungry. Amelia took care of the pizzas, and I just stared at the wall until they were ready. Once I had a few bites, the sick feeling started to pass, along with some of the buzz. The mild buzz was much better, but neither of us really wanted to get up and make cookies, so we just found a movie to watch on Netflix. By the time it was over, I was struggling to keep my eyes open. I had spent most of the day working, and the exhaustion was catching up with me—the weed accelerated that once the buzz wore off completely. Amelia decided to stay up a little longer since she wasn’t tired yet, so I went upstairs and changed into my pajamas. After I laid down, my thoughts returned to the extremely sexy doctor next door.
It figures that a gorgeous and possibly single doctor would move in next door right before I’m about to leave for college—but he probably wouldn’t be interested in me, even if I was staying.
The next day
I was up with the sun after going to bed so early the previous night, but Amelia didn’t show any signs of waking up when I nudged her. I had no idea how late she stayed up, but I wouldn’t have been surprised if she stayed up all night. The living room seems to support that theory. There were several soda cans, an empty pack of Oreo cookies, and a half-eaten bag of chips that she didn’t bother to close. The munchies appeared to have hit her hard after I passed out. I cleaned everything up and put her cell phone on the charger since I assumed it was nearly dead. Her pack of Camel Crush cigarettes still had a couple left, so I tossed it on the counter so she could get it before she left. All of my stuff was packed, so I really didn’t have anything to do until she woke up. The next thing on our agenda was getting everything packed up at her house. I grabbed a soda and sat down on the couch to watch some television while I waited on her to finally show signs of life—that’s when I started remembering what we did before I passed out.
Oh god—did we really go spy on my new neighbor last night?
My memories from the previous evening began to come back to me in flashes once the caffeine in the soda flushed some of the morning fog out of my thoughts. I silently swore off marijuana for the rest of my life as everything started to register. There was one part of my memories that wasn’t foggy—the gorgeous image of my neighbor on full display in front of the window. Thinking about that made my whole body tingle, and if Amelia hadn’t been sleeping in my bed, I would have been tempted to go back to my room—my new neighbor was hotter than any of the other guys I pulled out of my imagination when I pleasured myself. His chiseled physique looked like it belonged on the cover of a magazine or one of the romance novels that my mother kept hidden in her closet.
I think I need to start my day with a very cold shower…
Later that day
“How long have you been up?” Amelia stumbled into the living room and rubbed her eyes.
“Long enough to shower and for my hair to dry.” I looked up at her and shook my head. “Go get dressed. We need to go to your house and get started.”
“I’m going to need a lot of caffeine and a really long shower first.” She groaned and turned her head towards the kitchen. “Did you make coffee?”
“No.” I raised an eyebrow. “Since when do you drink coffee?”
“I think I should start today…” She blinked a couple of times and then stumbled towards the kitchen.
“Damn, how late did you stay up?” I stared at Amelia, but the only reply I got was a grunt.
Amelia seemed to come to life once she made a cup of coffee in my mother’s Keurig and downed it. I waited patiently while she showered and got dressed. I was ready to get started, mainly because I wanted to be done so I could relax for the rest of the weekend. My parents were coming home on Monday, and I wouldn’t get to spend much time with them before it was time for me to leave, so I didn’t want our last day together to be rushed. Amelia decided to make another cup of coffee for the road, and I grabbed two sodas—her parents were health nuts and usually didn’t have anything in the house to drink except water. We walked outside, and as soon as we got to Amelia’s car, the front door of my neighbor’s house opened—the sexy doctor we spied on the night before walked out in a pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt.
“Oh damn.” I grabbed Amelia’s arm.
“Oh damn is right.” Her eyes lit up, and I just wanted to make a dash for the car—but it was too late—he spotted us and started walking our way.
“Good morning!” He waved, and a stupidly sexy smile spread across his face. “I’m your new neighbor. I just moved in yesterday. My name is Everette.”
“She’s your neighbor.” Amelia gave me a nudge. “I’m Amelia, but I’m just visiting.”
“Good morning.” I held up my hand and gave him a slight wave.
“Tell him your name…” Amelia gritted her teeth and lowered her voice—I’m sure he heard her anyway.