Girls Next Door by Sandy Lowe

Author:Sandy Lowe [Lowe, Sandy]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
ISBN: 9781626399297
Publisher: Bold Strokes Books
Published: 2017-06-20T04:00:00+00:00

The Girl Next Door

Beth Burnett

I really hated the girl next door. She was such a stereotypical California girl, tall, and slender, and blond, and so stupidly perfect. No matter what time I’d go outside to drink my coffee on the porch, it seemed I would always see her. She’d be bouncing through her yard pulling weeds in her little sundress with a pink bandana tied artfully around her long hair or getting ready to go for a run in a perfectly coordinated jogging outfit with matching shoes. The sight of her always made me reach for an extra doughnut.

The day she moved in, my roommate Sam came bursting through my bedroom door full of excitement. “Did you see the new girl next door? She’s hot.”

I took off my headphones and sat up. “Yeah? What’s she look like?”

“Blond, perfect. Like a swimsuit model.”

I shut her down, uninterested. So not my type.

I confirmed it the first time I saw her. I couldn’t believe my roommate was still interested in that cookie-cutter stereotype. I’d dated enough of them to know that they are all high-maintenance gold diggers who would stomp all over your heart as soon as you stopped trying to placate their every need. No thanks.

She was always waving at me and smiling. I’d give her a smirk and a half wave back, you know, the kind that says, “Don’t come over and talk to me.”

Sam was always talking about how nice she was. Apparently she loved puppies and hiking and Jane Austen. Of course she did. Sam had a history of dating wildly inappropriate, generally straight women who were looking to see how the other half lived. Sam never had trouble picking up women because she looked like James Dean would if he had been a butch lesbian instead of a dude. It was all well and good for her. When we went out to a club, the femmes would flock around her in a frenzy of barely controlled excitement.

I, on the other hand, am a little short and a little chubby, and no matter how closely cropped I ask my barber to cut my hair, my curls always look a little unruly. I tend to favor sweater vests and bowties and Sam says I look like a short, chubby Bill Nye, the Science Guy. Women tended to flock around me to pinch my cheeks and tell me how adorable I am.

Over the next couple of weeks, I found out her name was Lauren and she was a fitness instructor. Sam was entirely enthralled with her and came home every day with a new tidbit of information.

“Did you know she likes scuba diving? She told me she’s into crocheting. She just started learning to play the harmonica.”

Sam already had a girlfriend, so I wasn’t sure why she was obsessing over Lauren, but I knew it was a matter of time before she’d bring her over for dinner and I’d have to make small talk about aerobics or how blond was too blond or some other such nonsense.

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