Kristy POV
I laid all alone in bed on a Friday night. All by myself. I had nothing to do! All my friends, well, friend, who I thought was my friend, is probably out with his girlfriend or something. "KRIS!" My mom yelled. I got out of bed to see what she wanted. I had on black short shorts and a white sports bra and some socks. My hair looked decent. "Ma'am?" I said. I looked at the door. My heart skipped a beat. It was a cute boy standing at the door. "Hi. I wanted to ask if you'd like to come outside and play with us. I'm Xzavier by the way. I'm new." He said. "Sure. Just, lemme go put on my slides." I said nervously. I ran upstairs and slid my slides on my feet. The entire time, I kept thinking about Xzavier. His tall, milk chocolate skin with a military cut and straight white teeth. He had dark eyes and he had to be like 5'6 or something. I don't know. But he was cute. "Have fun you two!" My mom said as I walked downstairs and out the door. "Be back before sunset." My mom said while kissing my forehead. "I will." I said.Xzavier POV
"So Xzavier." Kristy said. "Yeah?" I said as I sat on the porch and handed her some water. "Where ya from?" She asked taking the water. "I'm originally from Germany." I said. She stared at me. "Really?" She said nearly choking on her drink. I nodded my head. "What part?" She asked. "Hamburg." I answered. "It's really pretty and beautiful." I said. She smiled. "Where you from?" I asked. "I'm from California." She said. "What part?" I asked mocking her question. She giggled. "Beverly Hills." She said. I couldn't stop smiling at her. She was so pretty and beautiful. "What?" She said. "Nothing." I said continuing to stare. She giggled a little and just went back to looking at the sky. "Let's play a game called translate. Well, it's not a game but we can make it one." I suggested. "Sure." She said. She directed her attention to me. "You say a sentence and I translate it in German." I said. She nodded her head. "I like bacon." She said. We laughed at her sentence. "Ich mag Speck." He said. "I can speak French ya know." She said. I raised an eyebrow. "Aight. Vous regardez plus jolie que les couchers de soleil." I said looking at the sunset. "You think I look prettier than the sunset?" She said. I nodded my head. "Je pense que vous regardez plus mignon qu'un pit-bull chiot." She said. I smiled. "You think I look cuter than a pup pit bull." I said. She blushed and nodded her head. I stared into her eyes. "You didn't know I could speak French, did you." I said. She lowered her head and shook it while she giggled. I picked up he head. "We should hangout more often." She said nervously standing up. "It was nice meeting you Xzavier." She said holding her arms open for a hug. I hugged her and held onto her. She backed out the hug. "Au Revoir!" She said. "Au Revoir!" I answered. I smiled at her and watched her walk home.
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Teen FictionKristy and Ty'Quez are bestfriends who are in Middle School. Kristy is 14 and Ty'Quez is 15. What happens when the two start to realize maybe they just need each other in life?