Choose to Stay
Wishful Thinking
My very first house! Most people would dread having to unpack everything, but this was exciting.
Samantha had finally got her very first house, and she didn’t have to share the building with 20 other people. So when the movers finished bringing in all her furniture she didn’t hesitate to take out her laptop to play music as she unpacked.
She opened the box labeled ‘kitchen’ and started putting away all of her dinnerware, and utensils. She made a note to go grocery shopping tomorrow. At this moment she was super glad she didn’t have to start work right away and that she had a couple of more weeks before she started her new teaching job.
Reaching into the box to grab the bowls, she pulled back and looked at the door that lead to her backyard. Licking over her lips, she walked to open the door and thanked the fact that there was a screen to keep the pesky mosquitoes out. It was August so it was pretty hot out in Edmonton; the sun was still up, and not quite ready to set. The pretty brunette sighed and ran a hand through her hair welcoming the light breeze.
When Sam was finished with the kitchen, she grabbed a notepad and a pen and made notes of what she would need. She needed some plants, and a few mats for the entrances...
Hm… what else?
She jumped, startled when the doorbell rang, causing her to let out a small laugh. In the background Hozier’s Work Song continued to play as she walked to the door wondering who could that be? Was there a loan box that the movers missed or something?
She opened the door; oh… that is definitely not a loan box.
Seeing him for the first time she could tell that he was the type to do something nice for a random stranger on the street, he gave off that helping hand vibe. And apparently a ‘welcome to the neighborhood/city’ was part of the vibe. His dark hair and strong jaw immediately caught Sam’s attention. His ears were small for his face, but it was cute. Oh yeah, he was definitely something to look at.
But what was definitely delicious to look at was the plate in his hands, it was cookies.
“Oh my God, is that a plate of cookies?” She blurted, looking at the plate.
The man laughed, and Sam’s breath caught at the bright smile. “Yeah, it’s a welcome to the neighborhood plate of cookies.”
Closing her eyes, she thanked the heavens; a beautiful man with a plate of cookies has just entered her life. She opened them back up, and her brown eyes met his. “This is amazing, thank you so much…”
“Andrew! I’m-” he smiled and gestured to the white house to the right of hers, “your next door neighbor.”
“It’s nice to meet you Andrew! I’m Samantha, but I prefer Sam… I just moved… yeah,” she bit her lip, cutting herself off. He obviously knows that you just moved in! “—did you make these?”
Nice save, Sam… she cursed herself.
He grinned in amusement, but didn’t acknowledge it. “I helped make them?” He laughed sheepishly, “My daughters wanted to bake, and do something nice, so these are for you.”
She deflated a little; he was probably married. She shook her head and grabbed the plate he held out for her. It’s not like she had a chance or anything. Sam sighed, ahh… wishful thinking.
“Aw, that’s very kind of them! This is actually pretty great!” She couldn’t help but smile, what a welcoming indeed. “It’s my first house… so… this is perfect.”
His eyes widened, “Oh, really? Congratulations, then! Glad we could help with the excitement.”
“Thank you, that means a lot!”
“No problem, but I should probably get back home and let you get settled in.” He smiled, nodding at her, “I just wanted to drop these off and welcome you.” He gestured to the cookies she now held; he stuck out his left hand waiting for hers. She let out a small ‘oh!’ and shook his rough hand, thanking him once again.
When he turned to leave, she watched him retreat to his beautiful home. She sighed, feeling lighter. He turned around and waved, which was returned. Immediately she wanted to call her best friend, and sequel like 16 year olds. She stepped back and closed the door.
Calm down, she told herself, just because you didn’t feel, or see a ring on his finger doesn’t mean he’s single. Even so, she would wait until supper to gush over the handsome father next door.
Walking back to her kitchen, she placed the plate on the table. Subconsciously she took off the plastic wrap and grabbed a chocolate chip cookie as she pondered. I definitely wouldn’t mind running into him again—Ugh, what was she thinking? She just moved into the city, and she was already having these thoughts of the first good-looking man she met.
Sam moaned in delight, his daughters are definitely gifted in the baking department. Maybe one of them should get into that industry, she thought as she took another cookie.
“I’m gonna punch you in the face if it’s Andrew fucking Ference living next door!”
…
“I knew he looked familiar!”
Instead of getting punched in the face, her ears rung as her friend shouted. Carly reached for her phone and typed in a few things before shoving it in Sam’s face. “Are you sure?!”
Going crossed eyed for a second, Sam leaned back and staring her right in the face was a picture of her neighbor. She took the phone out of Carly’s hand, the short dark hair, the brown eyes, the strong jaw, and the small ears… yup, that was him. He was wearing a blue helmet, but yeah… she definitely recognized Andrew Ference.
“Oh snap…” she muttered, her heart pounding she locked the phone and pushed it away from her. When her friend came over with pizza, she immediately sat her down and told her all about the hot new dad next door. She started to describe how welcoming he was, and how his daughters wanted to bake cookies for her, and when she began to tell Carly about his appearance the young massage therapist freaked out.
“You have got to be kidding me, Sam. I seriously have no luck. I swear I was born unlucky, I’m gonna lose my favorite shoe tomorrow.” Carly continued to rant as she paced back and forth in front of living room. Sam couldn’t help but laugh, she was new to the city and already she was living beside an Edmonton Oiler, while her friend has lived here almost her whole life and has yet to run into a player.
“This is crazy, man!”
Carly stopped pacing, and snapped her fingers. She pivoted on the spot and pointed her finger in Sam’s direction, “You know what would be even crazier?” She didn’t wait for Sam to reply, “If one of his daughters were in your class!”
“This is great… he’s a NHL player, what the hell would he want to do with me?” Sam muttered to herself, nibbling on her pizza. Nothing, that’s what, I’m just his neighbor! She shook her head; man… she really needed to get laid. She just moved into the city, into her first house and when she meets her very first neighbor… she goes crazy.
“Dude…” Carly trailed off half an hour later, jaw going slack. Sam perked up, and turned to her friend and saw her staring at something in shock. Furrowing her brows she glanced to see what the spaz she called her friend stared at. It was the light blue plate that was now empty with a few crumbs sitting on top. “You’re gonna have to return it eventually.”
She’s gonna have to indeed, the butterflies in her stomach erupted.
Samantha had finally got her very first house, and she didn’t have to share the building with 20 other people. So when the movers finished bringing in all her furniture she didn’t hesitate to take out her laptop to play music as she unpacked.
She opened the box labeled ‘kitchen’ and started putting away all of her dinnerware, and utensils. She made a note to go grocery shopping tomorrow. At this moment she was super glad she didn’t have to start work right away and that she had a couple of more weeks before she started her new teaching job.
Reaching into the box to grab the bowls, she pulled back and looked at the door that lead to her backyard. Licking over her lips, she walked to open the door and thanked the fact that there was a screen to keep the pesky mosquitoes out. It was August so it was pretty hot out in Edmonton; the sun was still up, and not quite ready to set. The pretty brunette sighed and ran a hand through her hair welcoming the light breeze.
When Sam was finished with the kitchen, she grabbed a notepad and a pen and made notes of what she would need. She needed some plants, and a few mats for the entrances...
Hm… what else?
She jumped, startled when the doorbell rang, causing her to let out a small laugh. In the background Hozier’s Work Song continued to play as she walked to the door wondering who could that be? Was there a loan box that the movers missed or something?
She opened the door; oh… that is definitely not a loan box.
Seeing him for the first time she could tell that he was the type to do something nice for a random stranger on the street, he gave off that helping hand vibe. And apparently a ‘welcome to the neighborhood/city’ was part of the vibe. His dark hair and strong jaw immediately caught Sam’s attention. His ears were small for his face, but it was cute. Oh yeah, he was definitely something to look at.
But what was definitely delicious to look at was the plate in his hands, it was cookies.
“Oh my God, is that a plate of cookies?” She blurted, looking at the plate.
The man laughed, and Sam’s breath caught at the bright smile. “Yeah, it’s a welcome to the neighborhood plate of cookies.”
Closing her eyes, she thanked the heavens; a beautiful man with a plate of cookies has just entered her life. She opened them back up, and her brown eyes met his. “This is amazing, thank you so much…”
“Andrew! I’m-” he smiled and gestured to the white house to the right of hers, “your next door neighbor.”
“It’s nice to meet you Andrew! I’m Samantha, but I prefer Sam… I just moved… yeah,” she bit her lip, cutting herself off. He obviously knows that you just moved in! “—did you make these?”
Nice save, Sam… she cursed herself.
He grinned in amusement, but didn’t acknowledge it. “I helped make them?” He laughed sheepishly, “My daughters wanted to bake, and do something nice, so these are for you.”
She deflated a little; he was probably married. She shook her head and grabbed the plate he held out for her. It’s not like she had a chance or anything. Sam sighed, ahh… wishful thinking.
“Aw, that’s very kind of them! This is actually pretty great!” She couldn’t help but smile, what a welcoming indeed. “It’s my first house… so… this is perfect.”
His eyes widened, “Oh, really? Congratulations, then! Glad we could help with the excitement.”
“Thank you, that means a lot!”
“No problem, but I should probably get back home and let you get settled in.” He smiled, nodding at her, “I just wanted to drop these off and welcome you.” He gestured to the cookies she now held; he stuck out his left hand waiting for hers. She let out a small ‘oh!’ and shook his rough hand, thanking him once again.
When he turned to leave, she watched him retreat to his beautiful home. She sighed, feeling lighter. He turned around and waved, which was returned. Immediately she wanted to call her best friend, and sequel like 16 year olds. She stepped back and closed the door.
Calm down, she told herself, just because you didn’t feel, or see a ring on his finger doesn’t mean he’s single. Even so, she would wait until supper to gush over the handsome father next door.
Walking back to her kitchen, she placed the plate on the table. Subconsciously she took off the plastic wrap and grabbed a chocolate chip cookie as she pondered. I definitely wouldn’t mind running into him again—Ugh, what was she thinking? She just moved into the city, and she was already having these thoughts of the first good-looking man she met.
Sam moaned in delight, his daughters are definitely gifted in the baking department. Maybe one of them should get into that industry, she thought as she took another cookie.
“I’m gonna punch you in the face if it’s Andrew fucking Ference living next door!”
…
“I knew he looked familiar!”
Instead of getting punched in the face, her ears rung as her friend shouted. Carly reached for her phone and typed in a few things before shoving it in Sam’s face. “Are you sure?!”
Going crossed eyed for a second, Sam leaned back and staring her right in the face was a picture of her neighbor. She took the phone out of Carly’s hand, the short dark hair, the brown eyes, the strong jaw, and the small ears… yup, that was him. He was wearing a blue helmet, but yeah… she definitely recognized Andrew Ference.
“Oh snap…” she muttered, her heart pounding she locked the phone and pushed it away from her. When her friend came over with pizza, she immediately sat her down and told her all about the hot new dad next door. She started to describe how welcoming he was, and how his daughters wanted to bake cookies for her, and when she began to tell Carly about his appearance the young massage therapist freaked out.
“You have got to be kidding me, Sam. I seriously have no luck. I swear I was born unlucky, I’m gonna lose my favorite shoe tomorrow.” Carly continued to rant as she paced back and forth in front of living room. Sam couldn’t help but laugh, she was new to the city and already she was living beside an Edmonton Oiler, while her friend has lived here almost her whole life and has yet to run into a player.
“This is crazy, man!”
Carly stopped pacing, and snapped her fingers. She pivoted on the spot and pointed her finger in Sam’s direction, “You know what would be even crazier?” She didn’t wait for Sam to reply, “If one of his daughters were in your class!”
“This is great… he’s a NHL player, what the hell would he want to do with me?” Sam muttered to herself, nibbling on her pizza. Nothing, that’s what, I’m just his neighbor! She shook her head; man… she really needed to get laid. She just moved into the city, into her first house and when she meets her very first neighbor… she goes crazy.
“Dude…” Carly trailed off half an hour later, jaw going slack. Sam perked up, and turned to her friend and saw her staring at something in shock. Furrowing her brows she glanced to see what the spaz she called her friend stared at. It was the light blue plate that was now empty with a few crumbs sitting on top. “You’re gonna have to return it eventually.”
She’s gonna have to indeed, the butterflies in her stomach erupted.
Notes
Hiiii, this was made for a friend's birthday. This will be about 5 or so chapters, maybe more!
Please let me know what you think! x
