Creare | Theo Engler x Reader

Boxes

White picket fences. Beautiful flora with grass that's green on every side (the visible sides at least). 

You weren't particularly sure as to how your family, with your single mother and your little troublemaker of a brother, got into this neighbourhood for seemingly cheap.

All the houses seemed expensive, and it's not that you were poor, you felt as though you were pretty well off. It's just that these homes seemed to be made by and for rich people, and they didn't try to hide it either.

With the random white people jogging in the morning as though that was their job, to wear athleisure and seem as though they have their life together. And maybe they don't have it together, but even that thought wasn't enough to push away the even bigger thought.

You didn't belong here.

At all.

But you didn't have time to think more about your place in Madre Linda.

These boxes weren't going to move themselves.

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You weren't unpacked, but at least all the boxes were in their respective places.

With your little brother at school, your mom at work, and all your classes for the day over, you brought a sketchbook outside along with a pencil, laying down on a beach chair.

Your stomach to the chair, your legs where your head should be. It hadn't really occured to you to sit at the table, and even if it had, the beach chair was more comfortable anyways.

The warm sun kissed your skin along with the light breeze, it wasn't overbearing at all. Not too hot. Not too cold.

Even the weather here was perfect.

You smiled while shaking your head. You knew even the most seemingly perfect of things weren't perfect at all.

Eventually, things would go wrong for you, it was only a matter of time.

And it hit you.

A ball that is.

You sucked the air in through your teeth, "Fuck."

You pushed yourself up, the ball didn't
hurt you that much, more so your sketchbook. A bold, black line was scrawled across the page. Good thing you were only practicing, but still.

You brought yourself up to pick up the ball on the ground, before turning around to see him.

A tall boy with short brown hair, donning a college sweatshirt with jeans.

"Oh my god, I am so sorry. Genuinely had no idea someone lived here now."

He seemed to have hopped over the fence, making his way over to you with somewhat of a limp to his step.

"Hey, no, no you're alright. You didn't know, so... It's alright."

You gave him a quick smile, handing him the ball. He grabbed it, laughing to himself a bit.

"Alright. Good. I'm Theo. I live next door."

"I mean. I'd sure hope you live next door-"