Butterflies

Chapter three: the boys next door.

I woke up the next morning to my phone buzzing.

Hey Caitlyn, how's America?

The message is from Abdi. Abdi was my brother's best friend before my brother stepped on a land mine and died.

Good! how's it there?

I hope Afghanistan is doing better. I feel bad for all of the afghans who cannot get out of there.

Just the same as you left. Maybe I will come to visit.

If you visit bring your family. They would love it here.

I set my phone on the night table and get off my bed. I walk past the paint and other things for my rom and remember that I need to call my aunt and ask her if she wants to help paint my new home.

I eat some Cheerios and drink some apple juice.

I take a quick shower, washing my hair and body.

I get out and put on my aqua jeans and white shirt to complete the look, I add my tan uggs. I put three coats of mascara on my eyes and some light tan eye shadow. I add some baby lips lip gloss on my lips and I look in the mirror.

I grab my keys and my purse and walk out of my new home.

As I'm walking out, I see three boys moving a couch into the condo across the street. They are arguing in what looks like a friendly manor.

The one with the brown hair and blue eyes stepped on the boy's (blonde hair grey eyes) foot and made him drop the couch on the sidewalk. The other boy with brown hair laughed and set the rest of the couch down carefully.

The blonde looked up at me and pointed, showing the other two boys. I started walking away when I saw one of the boys looking up and yelling for me to wait. He ran across the street without looking and came up to me.

"Hey, I saw you yesterday, what's your name?" he asks.

"Caitlyn" I say quietly.

"Cool, mines Dylan." He says

I smile and start walking away. He walks with me.

"So do you want to hang out as new neighbors?" Dylan asks.

I nod my head and keep walking.

*****DYLAN'S POINT OF VEIW*****

I walk back over to Masen and Jerry.

"Looks like he has a new crush!" Masen says nudging me as I walk past him to the other end of the couch.

"Am I not aloud to be friendly to my new neighbor?" I ask.

"She seems more than just any old neighbor." Jerry says.

They both start laughing.

"Whatever. Lets get out stuff moved in so I can eat." I say as we lift the couch in attempt to get it through the door for the second time.