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On My Mind
Chapter 1
Moving from San Francisco to Boston is not an easy task, well that's how it is for Amber Miller. She had recently lost her job in her hometown of San Francisco, California and had taken up a waitressing job to simply earn some money before she found a new job. She worked at the same diner for three months, having no luck finding a good full-time job and she lived off tips and minimum wage commission. Finally, when she got an eviction notice from her landlord that she was to be moved out in a week, she gave up, defeated and sent one of her friends an email, who lived outside of Boston, saying that she was in desperate need of a job and was moving to Boston for a good one. Her friend had replied that her office was in need of a secretary and had talked to her boss right after she received Amber's email and he said he would love to have her. The instant after Amber read that, she packed all her things in her 1992 Honda Civic and made her way to Boston.
She did get lost a few times but eventually made it to her destination and new home. While she was driving she had gotten a call from her friend letting her know that she had a small house that she rents out and would let her stay there for a small price a month. Amber had immediately agreed and thanked her. She never thought about a place to stay.
So here was now. Unloading everything from her small car into her apartment. The house wasn't that big but it was good size for just her. She didn't plan on spending that much time there anyways. Once she was working for a while, she planned on going and looking for a place of her own.
Amber is only 24 years old and has no family. Her immediate family and the only family she ever knew died 5 years ago in a house fire. She wasn't present because she was on vacation with her then boyfriend. She had grieved for over a year and pushed everyone out of her life, blaming herself. Finally, when she thought she was about to break, her friends got together and made her see what she was doing to herself and that it had to stop. Amber worked hard in college to get a good job, something she was hoping she would be able to find with a fresh start.
She was barely 5 foot 8 and about 135 pounds. She had beautiful long dark brownish reddish hair that was naturally curly and deep blue eyes. She was currently wearing jeans and a baggy sweatshirt that she changed into when she arrived
She tried to lift her small but heavy box full of shoes from the back seat of her car but it wouldn't budge. She tried again and again. Nothing. She growled out loud in frustration and angrily threw her hair up into a messy bun before trying again. Finally, after using all her muscles in every part of her body, she lifted the box from the back seat and backed up slowly, careful not to drop it. She smiled as the box was out of the car. She backed up a little more before she bumped into something hard that made her scream out of shock and drop the box on her feet.
"Owww!" She exclaimed leaning down to removed the box from her foot.
"I'm really sorry. Are you okay?" The person she ran into asked, bending down to examine the damage. Amber sat on her butt and scrunched her face in pain.
"I'm fine." She lied as the person lightly touched her foot to see if something was wrong. Her eyes followed the arm, the very muscular arm she noticed, up to his chest, which was also well defined, and finally her eyes rested on his face. She studied his face, knowing it looked familiar but couldn't place it anywhere, and she knew that this was the most handsome man she had ever seen. Even though his jean shorts and white beater were smeared with car oil, she appreciated his fit form. His eyes soon made contact with hers.
"Are you sure?" He asked concerned. She nodded making a move to stand up, making him stand up with her. He towered over her a good 4 or 5 inches but it surprisingly didn't scare or intimidate her. "Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I just came by to let you know that I'm your next door neighbor. I'm John." He said reaching out his hand.
"Amber." She said shaking his hand with a small smile.
"I also noticed that you are having some trouble getting this stuff in your house and I thought maybe I could help you out. I don't know how to bake a pie but I certainly can help you move in." He said with a happy grin, flexing his muscles.
"That would be very nice. Lord knows I have enough pies to last me all year." She said good-naturedly.
"Alright. Where should we start?" He asked rubbing his hands together.
"Well, could you get that box." She said pointing to her box of shoes that fell on her foot. "Its not letting me get it in the house."
"Sure thing." He said and lifted the box with no problem whatsoever and grabbed another box from the trunk before making his way in the house behind her. She walked into the kitchen and set the box she was carrying down.
"Okay, lets see. This one you can set here." She said pointing to the table and then looked at the other box. "This one goes in my bedroom." She said leading the way. Once they reached her room, she suddenly became embarrassed with her clothes thrown all of the place. "Sorry about the mess. I was trying to look for a sweatshirt and I couldn't find it." She explained, clearing some room for the box in her closet. "There. You can set it there." He did as she said and stood up straight, looking at his watch.
"Woah. I didn't realize what time it was. I was working on my car." He stated as they walk outside.
"I noticed." She said pointing to his shirt. He smiled at her humor.
"Yes. And as much as I hate that I have to do this but I have to leave. I am taking my sister to the airport." He said regretfully.
"Oh don't worry about it. I think that was the heaviest box so I should be able to get the rest of them. Thanks for your help." She said offering him a smile and tilting her head to the side so the setting sun his her face making her glow.
"Alright. I could come by tomorrow to see if you need any more help if you don't finish tonight." He said walking backward slowly.
"That sounds great. See you then. I hope your sister has a safe flight." Amber said watching him enter his garage and disappear. She smiled to herself and mentally patted herself on the back for already making new friends. Boston was going to be great for her, she could already tell, she thought as she took another box into her house never coming back out that night.
A/N: A new story. i just had this idea one night lying in bed and i had to write it. of course i actually didnt get to it for a couple nights so of course its not exactly as i remember or would like it to be. but i think its off to a great start. tell me what you think. Reviewwww!