~*Could It Be You?*~

PROLOGUE

I sighed and leaned my head against the window, watching the rain stream down. I couldn't believe my parents made me move. I was leaving my friends and school behind in Providence, Rhode Island. I had lived there my whole life and now I was being forced to move to Orlando, Florida. The worst part was that I was leaving my boyfriend behind.

"Samantha, honey, it will be okay," my mom insisted, turning around.

"No, it won't!" I whined.

"We've been here on vacation plenty of times before and you said you enjoyed it," she said.

I was about to argue but my father interrupted.

"Leave her alone. She doesn't want to talk."

My mother turned back around in her seat. Okay, so maybe she was right. I might get to like Orlando. We would be close to Disney World and I would be able to go to the beach. But in no way was I going to admit to my mother that I was thinking of adjusting.

An hour later, we pulled up in front of our new house. It was different from the houses in Providence. It looked like it was made out of some kind of plaster. It was two floors, peach colored, and had lots of peaks and big windows. The house was surrounded by a huge yard and palm trees.

I opened my door and climbed out as the moving vans pulled up behind us. I got the keys from my dad and walked into the house. I gave myself a tour of the bottom floor, looking through the family room, living room, dining room, kitchen, guest room and bathroom. I found the stairs and walked up. The first door I opened, opened to a large room with two windows and purple walls. One of the windows had a seat on it. I didn't need to look at the other rooms to know I wanted this one.

I walked down the stairs and out the door to tell my parents. My brothers were already wrestling on the lawn. I rolled my eyes and walked up to my father.

"Hey dad, I found my room." I announced.

"That's nice, sweetie. Meet our new neighbors, Mrs. Fatone and her son."

"Just Phyllis, please," she said and extended her hand.

I shook her hand and looked at her son. He was about 15, tall, with brown hair and eyes. Very cute, too. He smiled and winked at me. I couldn't help but smile back.

I turned around and walked to the car. I tossed my long brown hair over my shoulder and picked up one of my boxes.

"Let me get that for you," the guy said and took it from me.

"Thanks. But be careful, I have all my picture frames in there."

"Don't worry. By the way, I'm Joey. What's your name?" Joey asked.

"Samantha. Nice to meet you." I replied.