What If?

This is a story about Sophie. She had a brother but she got adopted. Will her brother be living next door or is it just a big mistake. Read to find out, hope you like it xx

P.S. This is Summer Paradise I just changed the title


4. Next door

As I stood outside the door I could hear faint crying sounds coming from the bedroom window. I hate it when people cry so I started crying to. I lifted my hand up to the door but then put it down again. Should I knock or should I come back when the crying has stopped. I decided to come back later. I was getting so hungry anyway so I walked to One Stop over the road to grab a sandwich. After I had eaten it I went back to my house and continued to sort out the house I was staying in for the next month. I wanted to see if the boy next door was my long lost brother or not...

Later on that day about 4.00pm I went to next door again and this time I knocked but got no answer. I knew I shouldn't really do thus but I need to do it.

The Boy's P.O.V

I heard a knock at the door but I ignored it. I didn't want to go to the door looking all red and puffy eyed but the next thing I heard was the sound of glass smashing. I froze in my bed. I picked up the baseball bat I kept by my bed and walked downstairs. I saw the girl from earlier had smashed my window.

"What do you think you're doing" I yelled at her

She didn't answer my question but she did say "How do you know about the adoption"

Sophie's P.O.V

"How do you know about the adoption" I asked him

He didn't say anything he just stared at me. It took a while to get the answer out of him but finally he did say something.

"I-I don't k-know" He said scared of what my reply would be

"How the hell did you know to say it then" I shouted at him.

Before I knew it he was out of the door and gone. He had slipped his hoodie and some shoes on. Puff, he was off. I ran after him. He ran into the local Nando's and into the loo's

"Damn" I whispered to myself

I leaned against the wall hand on my hips. I had a bad stitch now. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I swung around. Infront of me stood a girl with hazel eyes and jet black hair. She looked about my age.

"Are you alright there" She said frowning at me.

"No, it's a long story" I muttered

"Oh right, did that kid steal your money or, or take your -"

I cut her off "No he didn't. Don't worry I am fine"

"Okay" She grabbed a piece of paper and scribbled down something singing Call Me Mabye by Carly Rae Jepson at the same time. I guessed by now it was her phone number.

The note said 'Boy troubles, eh? Heres my name and number. Always look on the bright side of life'

Her note made me smile. I like this girl...


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