Ollie's house

Ollie unloaded the contents of his car into the street. He'd driven from New York and he was exhausted. He pushed the trunk shut and hit lock on his key. He picked up a cardboard box and walked to his front door. His. He'd bought it with his own money. The door was already open, a product of already putting some things inside. He dumped the box in the hall and turned for the door again.

I was driving down the road, on my way home. When I saw aload of cardboard boxes and a moving van I pulled over. To offer to help, I wasn't in any rush to get home.

Ollie heard a car pull up, and then the engine stopped. He looked towards it but couldn't see who was inside. He just walked outside and took another box.

I opened the door and brushed the hair out of my eyes. God I hated my hair!

Ollie saw a blonde girl get out of her car. She was beautiful ! He almost dropped the box he was carrying, like a cartoon. He shook his head and walked back inside, dumping his box on the floor.

I walked over to the guy who was carrying the boxes. Hey, want some help? I asked, still messing around with my hair.

I smiled at the girl, who was playing with her hair. "Hey." I looked at the one remaining box outisde. "Nah, I think I'm good." I laughed. I held out my hand to her. "I'm Ollie, and I'm new."

I'm Zoe I said, shaking his hand. I realized to late how cold I must feel to him, I pulled my hand back sharply. I guess you could say that I'm old.

I laughed, shaking her hand, not even realising how cold her hand was. It was a pretty cold day. and my hand was cold too. "Well, you don't look that old."

I laughed a little. Thanks. I said, smiling.

I laughed, walking past her and out to get the box. "So, you live around here?"

Yeah, just round the corner. With my sister, Beth. I said.

"Hmm," I smiled. "Well, I live just down the path." I picked up the box and walked back towards her.

Cool. I said, smiling back at him. Will you be going to forks high school? I asked.

Yeah. I said, smiling.

Shit! I said as I felt my contacts disintergrate. Ermm... One second. I said, turning to my car and grabbing some contacts putting them in. Ugh, god I hated these. I appeared again infrountof him, my blue contacts in again.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

I froze kn place. He'd seen! Shit!

I nodded, nervously. What if he figured it out? What would I do? I'd have to talk to becca later.