Me and Ronnie were in his room taking our time unpacking his things.
"So how was vacation?" I asked.
"It sucked. It was sunny all the time, I had to go swimming, and you weren't there," Ronnie answered.
"My summer hasn't been so good either. Kurt is hardly ever home anymore. He's always working," I sighed.
"That sucks Lay. Has anything good happened?"
"A new boy moved in next door," I said and blushed.
Ronnie's eyebrows raised, "Really? Our age?"
"He looks about the same age. I can see him through my window," I confessed.
"Layla you peeping Tom," Ronnie teased.
I laughed.
"So you like him?" Ronnie asked lowering his voice.
"I don't even know his name,"
"You didn't answer my question," Ronnie said.
"Yeah, I guess I like him. Why?" I wondered.
"I don't know,"
"Why are you so curious?"
"Because I'm your best friend,"
"I know that. But why so many questions?"
"Because no guy will ever be good enough for you,"
"That's not true. I'm not good enough for any guy," My low self esteem got the best of me when I said that. I knew Ronnie would get mad. He always gets mad when I talk like that.
"Layla, stop. You know I hate when you talk like that,"
"I know. Sorry," I apologized.
We unpacked in silence.
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The boy in the window
JugendliteraturLayla is just a lonely girl. She has some friends, but the only people she can truly rely on is her cousin Mikey, her brother Frankie, and her best friend Ronnie. But when a mysterious boy moves in next door curiousity takes over. She gets thrown in...
