"Layne!" my mother says.
"Yes Mom?"
"Please meet the neighbors, it's been a couple weeks and we've been crammed in this house"
"Okay" I say.
I find a presentable outfit and slip on a pair of black converse.
As I'm walking out, my mom says, "Sweetie, be safe."
I nodded and walked out the door.
Our neighborhood is not too big nor too small. I walked down the street, stopping at each house. I was almost finished when I knocked on the 5th to last house's door. A boy around my age, 15, walked out in just sweatpants. I guessed he wasn't expecting company because I wouldn't either. I introduced myself to him and vise-versa.
"Hi, um, my name is Layne." I said, stuttering.
"August" he replied.
He asked if I wanted to come in. I told him that I didn't even though I really wanted to. I tried to tell myself that he wasn't cute, but I'd be lying.
He was all I could think about on my way home. Not any other neighbors, it was him. I walked back to my house and I was on the verge of sweating because it was 78°. At least I tell myself that's why.
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To Walk To Him
Novela JuvenilA girl named Layne finds out that, far down her neighborhood, there is a boy named August. They were both 15 and had crushes on each other. In editing
