The Weird Girl And The New Boy

Unpacking and Movies

Ding-dong

Knock-knock-knock

Knock

I looked at the clock. 1:56. She's four minutes early.

"I'll get it," my mother said, as she moved to the kitchen.

"What? No! I mean, I'll get it," I said, getting off of my seat on the couch and rushing towards the door.

"Okay, Mr. Eager. Open the door before Bexley thinks we aren't home," my mom said, as she laughed at my reaction.

I pulled open the door and there she was. Beautiful. I shook my head, to try to get the thoughts out.

"Oh! I was just admiring your flowers," she said when she realized I had opened the door.

"Oh, I think they're lilies. They're my mom's favorite," I told her.

"They're my favorite too."

We looked at each other for a minute.

"Are you going to invite her in, or are you guys going to stare at each other all day?" my dad asked as he passed the door on his way to, what I assumed, the living room. Bexley laughed a little and stepped in. "Nice to see you again, Bex."

"Nice to see you again, too, Mr. Humphry," Bexley said politely.

"Please, Mr. Humphry is my father, call me Richard."

"Sorry, Richard." Bexley smiled at him.

"With a smile like that it's no wonder why Thade here has a-" My dad started.

"Well, we will be upstairs unpacking." I grabbed a very confused Bexley's arm and started on the path to my room.

"What was that about?" she asked me when we reached my room.

"Um... my parents have this idea that I have... um.. like a... a thing..." I couldn't get it out to save my life.

"Spit it out, Thade. Use your words. You can tell me." She was trying to help me, but it made me more stuttery.

This is stupid, it's not like it's true. Why can't I just get it out?

"They think that I have a thing for you." I explained, finally getting it out.

"Do you?" she asked simply, like it wouldn't effect her either way.

"No! No! I mean, you're a great person and I like you, just not like that," I clumsily said to her.

"Okay," she said, shrugging. "Where should we start?" Bexley was looking around at the boxes that were only part-way dug through.

"Well, my clothes are already all put away, it's all basically my knick-knacks."

"How about I start putting your books away, and you can put away whatever is in that box," she pointed at one in the corner.

"Okay. I don't really care how you arrange them."

"Color-coded it is," she mumbled, reaching into the box that contained my books.

*****

"Are these mix-CDs?" Bexley asked when she found my movie stash.

"No. Those are, um, them," I said, hoping she understood. I was kind of embarrassed by most of them.

"Them?" she looked down at the cases and started to read through the titles. It only took her a few to understand. "Oh! Them! Your movies!"

"Yeah. Um, I'll take care of those later, you can just put them back," I said, scratching the back of my neck.

"Can I read through the titles?" she asked, still sifting through them.