Not Over You

Chapter Two

  Andy's P.O.V

  When my parents told me we were leaving L.A, I threw a freakin' tantrum. How could we leave Los Angeles? What's wrong with it?! Nothing! Is it because I would get in fights with other kids, even though I'm in elementary school? Man I'm weird.

  Anyway, I packed up my belongings. I was about to cry, but that's for girls right? I even had time to visit my friends and say our goodbyes. I couldn't believe it. My parents wouldn't even give me the reason why we had to leave L.A. They wouldn't tell me when we reached our new home, "Green Garden's". I haven't even heard of the place. My parents told me it was a little town in the country side. They know I hate the outdoors.

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  I was asleep in the van when we reached our destination. I felt the van come to a quick jerk. I almost bumped into the back of the driver's seat. I rubbed my eyes and took a glance outside the window. Outside a two-story house was facing me. It looked like those old wooden houses for old people.

  My mother looked at me and smiled. Did she expect for me to be happy? Well, she already knew I hate it here. She went out the car with my father. They just stepped outside just to stare at the old house and admire it. I followed my mother and stood beside her.

  The neighborhood was quite small. It was our house, another storied-house, and a few houses facing our house. And a few trees. Man, this is country?

  I looked around the neighborhood. I was kind of amazed to see how nature really was beautiful. I was a couch potato back in Los Angeles. I played videogames, watched television, and the rest guys would do.

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  My parents were talking to our neighbors the next day. Our neighbors were the "Sanders". The father was a lot smaller than my dad. He wore glasses, slacks, and polo's. The mom was a fetching woman. She had straight brown hair that fell perfectly down her back. They mentioned they had a daughter. Her name was Jessie. Well, I can't wait to meet her. That was sarcasm. My parents already suggested me to meet this Jessie. I don't want to be friends with a girl. Well, back in L.A, many girls always flirted with me in school. What can I say? Girls love me.

  Later on, I saw a girl rush out of her home. I was far away from her. I didn't pay much attention to the girl because I was with my dog. I knew that if I ever make a little chat with her, she'll immediately want to be my friend.

  My mother called my name and of course I had to obey. I ran up to my mother's side and stood a few feet beside her. She whispered something to me and I immediately had to obey again. My mother's pregnant, so I can't make her upset. She asked me to get a flower for the girl. I looked at the girl. I saw she had beautifully perfect brown hair as her mother. I smiled at her, not ever noticing that she was a really pretty girl.

  I quickly ran inside my house and came out a few minutes and in my hand a flower I was going to give her. I didn't know why my mother wanted me to give her a flower, but who cares? The girl's really pretty. Or how moms would say when their sons see their crush "she's cute" Well, the girl was cute.

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