Written in 2016 Teen Summer Romance Prompt
Scott, 16 years old and like most teenagers was tired and just wanted to lay down. He had just arrived at his new house for the summer with his sister, Lauren. Their grandparents had just picked them up from the airport and Scott was already wanting to go home to California but no. For two months this was his home: Arlington, Texas.
Lauren walked past him and into the house as he walked out to grab another of their suitcases. Clothes, shoes, electronics, and chargers would definitely not fit in one suitcase. Not for him or his sister.
Out the corner of his eye he saw a shorter boy around the same age approaching. The boy came to a stop beside the trunk of the car and stood with his arms over his chest, staring. Scott grabbed the remainder of his belongings from the car and set them at his feet. Closing the trunk, he turned toward the stranger to be met with an extended hand.
"I'm Mitch Grassi. You are...?" Scott looked him over before firmly clasping his hand into the smaller one and shaking it.
"Scott Hoying, nice to meet you Mitch Grassi. Are gonna offer to help me or...?" He trailed off retreiving his hand. Mitch smiled a completely breath-taking, in Scott's opinion, dimpled smile and just shook his head.
"That is sooo not something a queen should be doing, so no. You should know that if we're going to be friends. Besides," he bit his lip shyly, averting his brown orbs, before continuing, "I sorta like watching you."
"Scott, what is taking you-- Oh, hey there Mitchell. I see you two have met." Scott's granddad walked out of the light blue house, off the porch and grabbed the suitcases that still hadn't made it to the house. "Bunny's working on lunch, come on in."
Mitch beamed and skipped into the house without the two of them. Scott gave his grandpa and astonished look and his grandfather just laughed.
"Your grandmother has spoiled him since he moved here two years ago. He's practically a third grandchild, so please give him a chance."
The boy's smile was already ingrained in his head so that wouldn't be much of a problem.
"Sure. Now, what's grandma cooking again? I'm starving."
(END)
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Scomiche Short-Story Drafts (Purplechick's Unfinished Thoughts)
Fiksi PenggemarThis is a collection of unfinished Scomiche stories I've come up with. My mind moves fast so I have many, many drafts that were quickly forgotten about.
