The Old Brick House

   I was so excited, my own house, my own space. I finally had my own house. I got it for a birthday present from my mom, she said I deserved it. I just turned 23, no husband, no boyfriend, no pets, I was all alone in a big broken down house, down in Knoxville, Tennessee. I had two neighbors that I would go greet after I got all of my stuff out of my big black Ford pick up. I'm a country girl, so my mom chose the right place for me to live, and maybe possibly meet my cowboy. I grabbed the last bag and laid it on the porch with the others. I took the ponytail holder off my wrist, and pulled my hair up. I was sweating in this scorching heat. But the good thing about the house was, there was many trees, to give me shade.

   I wiped the sweat off of my brow, and began walking to my neighbors house. I reached one house,  it's window's were shattered, the door was open, the wood from the porch was broken and rotting. The house was in terrible shape. There was an old voulkswagon sitting in the garage, dusty, and seemed as if no one had used it for years and years. I walked up on the porch, watching every step I took, finally got to the door,  and knocked. An old voice yelled, "wh, who.. is i... it." I walked in,  the inside was in the same shape as the outside. "Um. I just moved into the house next door, I wanted to meet my neighbors. Hi my name is Lacey Moore." I looked around for the person. "Leave. You must leave my house now.  Never come back. Leave!!" Offended, I left. I was scared to meet the other person, so I went back to my house. I got the key and opened the door.

   The house smelled antique. There was no furniture, no refrigerator nor freezer. I had alot of shopping to do for the house, and alot of cleaning.

I got my things two by two. I looked around the whole house just to catch a glimpse, the house was big and I can tell it once was beautiful. The stairs were creaky, matter of fact the whole house was.  There was so much work, I didn't know where to start. I walked out of the house. I sat on the porch stairs waiting on the furniture truck to bring my furniture from home.

  Couple of minutes later I hear something come from inside. I get up look through the window not caring. The truck pulled up, it took an hour to get everything outta the truck and placed in the right room. The nice men helped set it up.  I thanked them and they left.

    I walked into the house and sighed. This will take forever. I turned on the radio I brought from home, and I cleaned. I swept, dusted, mopped, wiped away spider webs, I put down my Rainbow air cleaner, washed the dishes I brought and put them away. I went upstairs to my bedroom and put away all my clothes, jewlery, and make up. I went back downstairs. left the house and got in the car. I had to go grocery shopping.

    When I got home I walked inside to find the house looked much cleaner.  I was a little weirded out,  then some one came up behind me. "my name is Luke, im the house keeper." I turned around and met eyes with a blue eyed, brown haired, tan skinned, muscular guy. he seemed to be in his 20's like me. He was wearing a cowboy hat, a plaid shirt, ripped jeans, and dirty cowboy boots. I was instantly falling for him and his voice. He had a deep southern accent. He caught me staring at him and smiled. I felt flushed and looked away. I'm 23 and I'm still shy.

   "Hi, im uhh.. im uh... la.. Lacey Moore." I was so dumb. "You're shy, thats cute." He smiled with his teeth, and oh lord baby jesus, he had dimples. I smiled back, he shook my hand and got back to work. I was love struck.