Pretend Ethans brothers name is John, idk his bros actual name...
"Ugh John, why did you make me leave the house!! I was in a battle, dude!!" I whine, rolling my eyes as I walk out of the house with my 18 year old brother John. I shivered in my blue sweatshirt with an Xbox remote on it. He was fully warm in only a tank top and basketball shorts.
"Cmon little bro, you'll like it!! Our neighborhood is tons of fun if you leave that damn room of yours for once!" He retorts, rolling his eyes and dragging me along. I look around, shuddering at the cold air blowing at me. I listen closely, and hear a noise. A bang? Rubber?
I block my eyes from the lowering sun and see ahead a person. A girl. She held a basketball in her hands. She bent her knees and threw it, flicking her wrist and getting it in the basket from all the way at the end of her driveway. Now this wasn't just any girl. This girl....was hot. She had brown hair with red streaks. Not a natural red, a bright red, like a tomato. She wore a dark red flannel, and ripped jeans, with grey Nike high tops. She was beautiful.. gorgeous even.
John looked over at me and laughed. He snapped his fingers in my face and I came back to reality. He chuckled and looked over at the girl. "Like what ya see?"
"Hell fricken yeah. Who is that??"
To be continued... (maybe)
