"Riley....Riley!....RILEY ANN QUINCEY!" My mother yelled up the stairs at me.
"YES MUM?" I shouted back, looking up from my book for a few seconds.
"Come down here please!" She yelled again, but less strained this time.
I stood up from my chair, walking towards the doorway. "Good bye book, hello chores." I said bitterly tossing my newly open story on my bed. After almost tripping down the stairs, I'd made it to where my mom was standing.
"So mum, what did you want?" I asked, even though I already new the answer.
"Well, our neighbor was outside a second ago taking out the trash. This made me think-" I'd cut her off.
"About the meaning of life? I also feel that way when I stare at the neighbor taking out the trash." Every word was drowning in sarcasm.
"......As I was saying, the boy next door was taking out the trash, and you should too." She said, pointing to the overflowing waste basket.
"But mom that's not my chore! That's Josh's job!"
"Yes, I understand, but your brother isn't home to do it. I will give you five dollars and make Josh do the dishes. Just get the stinky trash out of my house." She pinched her nose for effect.
"Twenty and we have a deal."
"Fine you little heckler. Now get that trash out."
Doing as I was told, I pushed the trash down in the can as far as it would go, making room so I could tie the bag. Once it was tied I flung it over my should almost falling in the process and walked outside to the trash bins.
I've always hated taking out the trash. I feel like I might find a dead body or something. But as I was walking back down the lane to my house, the body I found wasn't dead, in fact, he was standing not yet 15 meters from me. He was pretty tall, wearing a dark shirt, and skinny jeans. He had blonde hair, and a handsomely structured face and...... ' 'oh shit!' He caught me, staring. Instinctively I turned away, not wanting to make up this lame accuse for checking him out. I avoided the awkward situation, as I practically ran inside.
Grabbing the door handle, I flung it open and slammed it close with enough force to shake the walls. I stood with my back on the front door for a second before I walked further into the house.
'Wow that dude was -'
"Hot wasn't it?" My mom asked pulling me out of my previous thoughts.
"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY!?" SHE'D READ MY MIND!
"Why are you shouting? I just asked if it was hot outside." She said confused at my sudden out burst. "What did you think I was talking about?"
I was standing there for a little bit, then responded. "Nothing, never mind. I'm going up stairs to finish my book." I mumbled traipsing up the stairs.
I'd made it to my room, my mind cluttered with thoughts. 'Who was that guy? I don't remember seeing him before. Is he the boy my mom was talking about? He probably doesn't care who I am, but I need to know who he is.' That was my last thought before my mind dived back into the novel laying on my bed from earlier.
