Chapter 1

5 1 1

by WX-Ajax

by WX-Ajax

I don't know why I did it. Maybe it was to be nice. I really don't know. All I do know is that August 28th, at 4:27 pm, I knocked on my new neighbor's door. I had baked some cookies, and the tuperware was warming my hands. My mom had suggested that I go and meet the new guy. Hence the cookies. I stood on the doorstep for a minute, wondering if he was even home. Just then, the door cracked open. A face peeked out. He looked to about college age, and his hair was bubblegum pink.

"Yes?"

I snapped out of my train of thought.

"Hi! I'm Madalyn. We're your neighbors. We live in the gray house two doors down. My mom just, uh... wanted to welcome you into the neighborhood. I made cookies."

I held out the container to him. He opened the door all the way. He wore a large shirt with the letters SF on it and had baggy sweatpants. He took the container.

"Oh thanks. Want me to return it when I finish these?"

"I guess."

"Wait, sorry. I never told you my name, did I? I'm Brooklyn Frost. Thanks for the cookies."

"No problem. I better get going though. Bye."

I turned around and hear the door shut. And I walked home, I thought about him. We looked to be about the same age. Maybe we could be friends. As I walked up my front steps, my phone rang. My friend Sal.

"Hey Mada-nova! I heard you talk about a new neighbor the other day. Did you meet him? Is he cute? How old is he? I don't want him to be, like, a fifty year old man."

I chuckled. Sal's summer mission had been to get a boyfriend, but he was failing so far. We only had three days of break left, so there wasn't much hope.

"He's around our age, I think. He has long pink hair. Hasn't shaven in a few months probably. Comfy-looking clothes."

"What's his name?"

"Brooklyn. Brooklyn Frost."

There was silence for a moment, before Sal squealed loudly.

"Oh. MY. GOD. That is the best name ever. I'd literally marry him just cuz of the name."

"One sec. HEY MOM I GAVE HIM THE COOKIES. Ok, I can try to introduce you. Gotta go."

I hung up and walked into the kitchen. My mom was typing away on her computer. She glanced at me.

"That's good sweetie. What's his name?"

"Brooklyn."

My mom nodded and went back to her work. I left and walked up to my room. I had a lot of homework to do. I plopped onto my bean bag, wrapped myself in a blanket, and got to work. Soon, Brooklyn had completely left my mind. After all, Geometry was more important that some mysterious new neighbor.