So here we are. Moving day.
Last night I went through a lot of my clothes and was able to throw away two-thirds of all my clothing. Which was nice because it meant less to pack.
Now my parents were standing in front of our soon-to-be ex-house holding eachother's hands with misty eyes. After moving seven times in five years, I learned not to get attached. You'd think my parents would learn that too. No.
We finally get into the moving truck. Even I waved goodbye as we drove off.
We pull up to our new house. Whoa. It was definitely bigger than our old one and it was on a nice street with lots of trees. I love trees. I walked up to the front door with my moderately-sized suitcase containing all my clothes. My dad opened the door and I walked in. I was impressed, it was very nice. My mother took my hand and guided me somewhere. We turned three corners before we came to the stairwell. Then we went up the stairs. We turned a sharp corner and came to a door.
"Open it." Said my mother, smiling.
I open it. Inside is a spaciously perfect room. The farthest wall had a generously large window and next to it, a couple feet over, was a sliding glass door which led to a balcony.
"It's perfect." I breathed. But coolest of all was in the center of the room were boxes. Of water-balloons. Filled with paint. As well as three tarps neatly folded, and a pair of painters over-alls, used.
Ten minutes later, I am dressed in a tight blue t-shirt with the painters over-alls on, and some black converse with my hair in a high ponytail. I bring my portable iPod speakers and plug in my iPhone. I play the ultamite party song. Na Na Na by My Chem. I turn it up way loud and go crazy. I start throwing the balloons everywhere. The definition of fun.
His POV
The silent treatment. Childish? Yes. Affective? Yes. There was no way he could get me to talk to him. When I got in the truck I slammed the door, hard. He grumbled to himself as he put the key in the ignition. We started to drive.
Her POV
An hour later, when the movers where done with my parents' room, they got to do mine. They were really cool and we had lots of fun. In the end, my room ended up looking spectacular. I loved it so much. By noon, I had all the rest of my stuff moved in and was exploring the house.
His POV
The house was nice enough but I had a feeling I would hate living here. I moved my stuff up to my room. (Which I chose at random, I would not allow my dad to tell me where to sleep.)
It had a window, giving me a ''lovely'' view of the house next door. Great. *Sarcasm* I had a balcony too, but when I walked onto it, it was small. About 3' by 3'. Yeah. But the balcony next door was 7' by 7' or something along those lines. What the heck?!
I unpacked my things and set up my room. Then I returned to my balcony. There was no one in the room next door.... Quickly I jumped over the three-foot distance between our two balconies and enjoyed the space. It seemed like no one was living there, so why would they mind?
Her POV
"Oh oh oh Dear! Come here come here!" I heard my mother call.
"Uh, yeah Mom?" I asked slowly.
"Get changed. Right now. Oh! We're going to be late. Oh no!" she fretted.
"Mom. Mom! Chill. What am I getting dressed for?"
"We are going to meet our new neighbors! Now hurry along!"
Uh, okay.
His POV
I heard thumps. O great. My dad was coming up the stairs and would give me "The Speech" if he saw me on our neighbors' balcony. I jumped the distance and sat on my bed before he came in.
"Son, get dressed. We are meeting some people."
Whatever. I decided to stay in the clothes I was wearing. I wasn't going to try to look good, 'cuz I did no matter what.
Her POV
I walked up the stairs and opened my door just in time to see something disappear into the house next door.
I started dressing into something nice(er). I put on some darker navy skinnys with a slightly ruffled magenta dress top. Then I put on my favorite black converse. They added the whole dressy-casual thing. I brushed through my brunette hair, grabbed my phone and iPod, and was ready to go.
I met my parents at the bottom of the stairs. Then we walked out to the house to our left. We rang the doorbell and a handsome man answered the door. He was in his mid-forties, he had a good-natured face, and looked healthy. Behind him was a teenage boy with his face down. Rebel. He had what looked like soft brown hair, cut very nicely. We all introduced ourselves and the parents started chatting.
"Sweetie, why don't you go to Tyler's room and talk or do whatever you teenagers do nowadays?" my mother suggested.
'Tyler' snorted. My mother didn't notice.
"Haha..okay Mom." I started up the stairs and walked into his room. I just knew which one it was.
I plugged my iPod into his stereo dock. It must have cost like five hundred dollars. It was good quality. I flopped onto his bed. It was a bit warm, he probably was taking a nap before he met the people downstairs, which was nice cuz it was a little chilly. My iPod started playing Paralyzer by Finger Eleven. I closed my eyes and went into rest mode. I hadn't slept for all of today and I was tired. Then he walked in.
His POV
I hear the parents start to chatter again and I remembered what I was going to do. I was going to go upstairs, with that girl. The poor mom. She doesn't know that all teenagers do is have sex 'nowadays'. I sighed, and went upstairs.
When I got to my room I was going to plug my iPhone into my wonderful stereo, but I realized it was already occupied. I finally looked at my room. She was laying......on my bed.....sleeping. With her iPod.....in my stereo. She looked.....cute. But it was my stuff that she was using.
I coughed really obnoxiously in her ear. Only her hand moved. It moved up, then she brought it down forcefully. It slapped me, hard, across my face. I stood there dumbfounded.
Her POV
I turned my head and opened my eyes. I hadn't meant to slap him, but I'm just cool like that. He stood there looking dumbfounded. This was the first time I saw his face. He was almost unreal. Like a Greek god. Green eyes, super soft-looking hair. Uhwow. He glared at me. Hard. I went back to rest. He didn't scare me.
His POV
"Don't I scare you?" I half said to myself.
"Mm no." she replied softly. I looked at her. Then I walked over to the bed. She was in the center so that helped. I crawled on top of her but I didn't touch her. She opened her eyes.
"What are you--?" she started to ask. But she didn't finish. I bent down and started kissing her roughly. With one solid move she pushed my shoulders back and gave my jaw the hardest punch it had ever received.
I stumbled back off the bed and stood up, my hand on my jaw. Her brown eyes were fierce. She took a deep breath and tried to regain a normal breathing pace. Then she lay back down and swallowed. She lay back down! She comes into my room, uses my stuff, she's not scared of me when I attack her, and then she lays back down!!! I started to smile but stopped myself. She was very interesting.
