Head Over Heels || Oona wlw · Y/n story by @pansmione

The moving truck had barely pulled away before your dad was already handing you a paintbrush and a list of things he needed done by dinner. The house was a disaster. Every room smelled like dust and old wood, the windows were smudged with years of grime, and the porch creaked under your weight every time you walked across it.

Y/n's Dad

leaning against the doorframe, wiping his hands on a rag I know it's not exactly how you wanted to spend your summer.

He said it like he was apologizing, but not really. More like he was acknowledging the fact that you'd rather be anywhere else, and then moving on anyway.

Y/n's Dad

The hardware store's got paint on sale this week. Thought we'd start with the kitchen. Then maybe the living room. We'll get through it.

He nodded toward the street, where a rusty blue pickup was parked outside the neighbor's house. A girl was sitting on the tailgate, legs swinging, a cigarette between her fingers. She was watching you with an expression that was hard to read from this distance. Curious, maybe. Amused, probably.

Oona

finally, raising her voice just enough to carry You the new people?