The Problem With Me

Chapter 2 - I Think I've Made A New Friend?

I just continued unpacking, minding my own business. Why do I care, who’s at the door?

“Get the door, Caroline” Paul said. I looked at him, hatefully. How could he ask me to open the door, why should I listen and do anything he says? He looked at me, and sighed and decided to open the door himself. I half-smiled, knowing I won that one. I carried on unpacking, there were loads of boxes stacked together, and I knew it would take forever, and ever. I needed help.

“Come in, come in” I heard Paul say in the background. I turn’t around, now finally interested who the person was. I could hear their distant voice saying “No it’s okay; I don’t have to, really.” But since Paul is Paul, he obviously forced this poor person, grabbing them with all his strength.

“Hey.” I looked at him, so it was a boy? I thought it was a girl, but I couldn’t exactly discover the gender of the voice and, I was distant. I shyly waved at him; I did tell you about my nervousness, right? It happens to everyone, but surprisingly didn’t happen when I first met Paul, I just hated him am sure everyone gets that strange vibe when we meet someone we don’t like. It’s not only me. I’m not a bad person.

I scanned him up and down, looking at his appearance. He had brown eyes, and all his brown hair was facing right or on his side left. Wow, he seems stylish and chic and he seems actually nice. His fashion sense is decent, the casual look. Just converse, and a t-shirt and skinny jeans. He looked fine, but his personality? I don’t know? His smile looked shy, he had dimples on the right side, and I adore dimples! He was flashing his teeth, his teeth were straight, he must have taken good care of them bad boys!

I could feel the awkwardness; I didn’t know what to say. I just looked at the clock, fascinated by the ticking noise. “Why do you keep looking at the clock? The time doesn’t change if you keep looking at it,” he chuckled silently, looking at me like I was a baby. “Ohh, yeah, I know. It’s just a...erm... the clock looks pretty?” I made a face at the end of my sentence, thinking to myself wow, what a great excuse. Luckily he turn’t around to not see what face I made. I carried on packing; I hate awkwardness, the most! “Hey, do you need help, I can see you struggling there,” He pointed at me holding the very heavy box, smiling. Why does he smile all the time? It’s weird, please stop it your scaring me.

The truth was, I was struggling, but am very persistent, and hate when people see me struggle. I don’t like coming of as weak, and I hate crying. Yes, we all do its normal. “No it’s okay, I don’t need help, I think I can handle it” I said weakly, my voice went quiet at the end, because I knew I couldn’t handle it. He decided to help me anyway, I smiled to myself silently. He actually is nice and gentle. Even though I told him not to help me, but he did. I would have got really angry if it was anyone else, but I stayed calm. Weird. I wanted to know his background, because a look like that definitely doesn’t fit a “nice personality.” But, maybe I shouldn’t judge that much, it’s just plain curiosity, I just want to know him, who is he? Maybe he could potentially be my friend?  No, I don’t like him in that way; he just seems cool and a good friend.

“I’m done, phew” He said, wiping his hand together, like it was dirty. He flicked his hair and it was perfectly positioned as it was before. I looked at him bewildered; he did almost half of the boxes! “Thanks, although...” He cutted me of “I know what you’re going to say, I didn’t have to do it, but I wanted to, it’s the least I could do for my neighbour” He winked at me cheekily. I laughed nervously, not knowing what to do.

The Problem: I wanted to be his friend

How Do I Fix It?: Get to know him more.

My mum walked in shocked, and looked at me smiling “Good girl, I never would of thought you would of managed to do the majority of it! This is amazing!” I turn’t and gestured my hand to ....... what’s his name? My neighbour? I gestured my hand to my neighbour “Actually, mum he...” “He is leaving, I think I got bored of you packing all this, and not talking to me, I forgot I have to go home!” He lied. He lied for me? Now I really need to repay the favour, it’s going to burden me forever. “You don’t have to go, you can stay I could get you a drink if you like? Or Caroline can,” My mum said, revealing my name. “No it’s okay, I don’t want to be a bother, you have just moved in, and I think Caroline is tired now” He winked at me, smiling with his teeth. He said my name! He said my name! I was excited inside, but on the outside I was blank. He was about to leave, and I quickly said “Bye erm...” Not knowing his name. “It’s Luke” He had a smile on his face, and waved.

Luke. His name even sounds promising!

“Caroline, you should really go to bed now, after all the hard work, I think you need to go to bed, we have to wake up early tomorrow, to get your school form and stuff ready!” My mum just reminded me of it. The terrifying thing I dread to think of. School.

I walked upstairs filled with worries, and entered my bedroom. Changing my clothes to my comfortable Pajamas, they were mismatched, but I didn’t really care. I layed in bed, and shut my eyes, and soon fell asleep...