The hum of the moving truck's engine finally called off and silence settled over the quiet suburban neighborhood. Ava stood in the path in front of the house that was supposed to be her new home, but it felt anything but that. Her heart pounded in her chest as she stared up at the gorgeous giant house. Painted bright navy blue, the shutters almost glowed in the dim light of evening, and the flowers lining the walk were painstakingly tended. A perfect house, for a perfect family-except that she didn't feel like a part of such a family."
"Welcome home, honey," her mother's voice was soft, bubbling with excitement, and she stepped up beside her, nudging her gently with her shoulder.
" I know it is a big change., but give it time, Ava smiled and nodded, even though her chest tightened. Give it time. She wasn't sure time would make it easier. Her mom had remarried after years of being single and now they were moving with her new stepfather Mr Thompson and that meant living with him and the stepfather.
The sound of footsteps, heavier than her moans behind her, broke into her thought.
"you must be Ava". It's great finally having you here,Mr Thompson said warmly extending a hand. She shook it politely, trying to match his enthusiasm but her attention was already wandering, thanks Mr Thompson. Its nice............ nice to be here she managed, her eyes darting towards the front door. And there he stood, leaning against the door frame, arms crossed over his chest, watching her. Ethan Thompson. His brown hair was messy, haphazardly tangled, as if he hadn't bothered this morning to do anything with it. His green hazel eyes were examining her with such intensity that she didn't know how to feel about it. She had met him but briefly before the wedding, and even then he gave her that exact same look-as if he were trying to figure her out. It unsettled her. Their gaze held a second longer than she planned, and she looked sharply away, her cheeks heating as she detested how, even now, she was hyper-aware of him. He hadn't said a word yet, and already she felt like crowing in awkwardness. He must think she was some quiet, boring girl invading his space. Hey", he said finally, his voice low but casual. "Hey", she replied, clenching onto her bag a bit tighter, wished she had something to say, but really, what was there for her to say, hmmmm nice house, nice to meet you again? This just wasn't the time for all this-forced togetherness. Her mum didn't pick up on the unease and clapped her hands together; well, let's get your things inside-you've got the room at the end of the hall, right next to Ethan, she beamed, like she had just announced the best news in the world. Ava forced another smile, wincing on the inside-of course their rooms would be next to each other. How was she going to live like this, sharing the same hall, hearing him come and go, knowing he was only one door away? She could almost feel the awkwardness of accidental run-ins, moments of silence where they didn't know what to say to each other. She stepped inside the house and immediately was hit with the scent of a fresh, new-smelling room; everything looked new. Mr Thompson had clearly gone out of his way to make the house welcoming to me and mum, and she could appreciate that, yet it simply was not her home. As she mounted the stairs to her room, she could feel Ethan trailing at her back; she quickened her pace, desperate to put space between them. But when she turned into her room, he stopped at his door and leaned against the frame again, "need any help unpacking" ? He offered, though there was a trace of amusement in his voice-like he knew she wouldn't accept. She wriggled her hand free quickly, "No thanks, I am good". "suit yourself", he gave a half shrug disappearing into his room and shutting his door behind him. She exhaled a breath that she hadn't known that she was holding and turned to her new room.
It was nice - spacious with a window that overlooked the backyard. She couldn't enjoy it yet, not with everything else weighing in her mind-the walls felt too bare, too unfamiliar; her clothes, still packed away in boxes, out of places. She hadn't realized how much her old room had been a comfort until now. Sitting on the bed edge, she stared at the unopened boxes, trying to summon the energy to unpack. Trying to summon the energy to unpack. Her mind kept returning to Ethan, the manner in which he had looked at her, his easy confidence as he carried this like it wasn't a big deal. Perhaps for him, it wasn't-he was accustomed to this house, this life; she was the outsider. A soft knock on the doorframe made her jump; her mum stood there leaning against the door with a kind smile. "I know this is hard, but give it a chance, okay?" she said softly. Mr. Thompson is a good man, and Ethan.......... well, he can be a little tough, rough around the edges, but he is a good kid; you will get along. Ava forced a nod, not trusting herself to speak without her voice breaking, "yeah I'm sure". When her mom finally had left, Ava lay back on the bed staring up at the ceiling-it all just felt too much: new house, new family, new life, new everything and now Ethan. She hated how much he occupied her thoughts already, how her heart raced just from standing near her. It was just awkwardness, she told herself; it would pass. But deep inside, she was not quite so sure, because something in him made her believe this was only the beginning.
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