Pink Motel

4

"Kyle!" Mrs. DeLarosso called out, her eyes scanning the shop.

"Mom!" Yelled a deep voice from far away. "Can I get those? Please? I'll pay for them!" A hand holding a pair of football boots shot up from an aisle, and Mrs. DeLarosso groaned.

"Kyle, we're not having this conversations again! We've talked about this before and you know what in going to say. Now get over here and come say hello to these lovely ladies! Come on now, don't be rude." She scolds him and his hand hopelessly shrinks down.I saw him furrowing his eyebrows and squinting his eyes. Bright, blue eyes.

It definitely was him.

 So he's our neighbor? Why do I have a feeling that he's trouble? This is really bad. Simply a disaster. Why can't Kyle be a girl? No that came out wrong.

I just won't hang around him.

He may be our neighbor, but he doesn't live with me, he doesn't eat with me.. The kid may have the looks, but who knows what he's really like? If I don't like him, fine, nothing changes. If I do like him, as a friend of course, then still nothing changes because I am not one of those girls who get wrapped around boys like a serpent.

Why is this suddenly such a big deal to me?

"Mom, come on, they're the new model! I can pay for them!" He pleaded. I noticed that his voice was very deep, very manly. I cannot imagine anyone except my dad with such a heavy voice. The boys in my school sound like snails. Well, if snails would actually make any sound.

"Kyle, no. Come and say hello, I will not repeat." She groaned. Kyle wore a maroon V-neck, paired with a grey pair of sweatpants. To match his outfit, he had a jean jacket, and to finish it up, he wore flashy sneakers.

His dark, brown hair was placed in a quiff, and he looked from my mother to me. His eyes widened as he realized who I was.

"Hi." He says. He has this bored expression in his face.

"Hello." My mother replies. I keep quiet.

"Hey, don't I know you from somewhere?" He asked me, raising his eyebrows. I completely froze.

"Um.. No?" 

 I was not expecting that. My voice came out like a squeaky, little mouse. I cleared my throat and repeated, this time in a more audible voice, "You do?"

"Yeah, you fell on me, like, ten minutes ago." Seriously, did this guy just say that I, fell on him? Well he just signed himself up for death itself. 

"Excuse me?" I coughed. How dare he had the nerve to say that?

"Kyle, enough." His mother stopped him, "I'm sorry about his behavior. Kyle, we'll discuss this at home. I'll see you later. Bye, have a nice day!" She smiled and walked off, eyeing her son as he followed her.

"Bye."

"Honey, how about this sweater? It's so cute!" She chuckled. How many times am I going to hear the words 'cute' and 'how about this?' ? It gets quite annoying after a while, you know.

The sweater was a sweet, brown color, which I have to admit was the actually cute. It had gold sequins that said 'Girls Rule' too.

"Yeah, this kind of is. I'm not sure about the price though." I told her. I don't exactly want to spend all of our budget..

"Oh, come on, Mickey, it's only fifteen bucks!" She laughed. Well, to be honest, it is my style, baggy and all that, and it's a mushy color, as well as the price not being too tricky.