Braden joins me on the deck.
"How's the unpacking going?" I ask.
"Almost done." He replies.
"You should talk to that kid. Besides, everyone should befriend their neighbors with a pool. Especially when you live in southern Florida."
"Yeah." There is a long pause. Then, I break the silence and say, "I bet I'll talk to them before you do."
"How much?"
"One dollar."
"Deal."
Before he finishes his one word sentence I slip on my slides and jump from the high deck onto the ground. A jolt is sent up my ankle, I love that feeling. I sprint by the shrubs, hedges, whatever. I slip through just as I see Braden smack his forehead. When I get there the boy is staring at me. "Uh... Hi. I'm Lindsey." I pause. "We just moved in that house over there." I point. The girl tips down her shades to look at me.
"Hey." The boy says. Not shy at all. Just like me. "I am Alex. This is my sister Taylor." Taylor rolls her eyes and shuts them again. "Do you like basketball?" the boy, Alex, asks.
"Don't be a jerk." His sister says. "She's holding one under her arm." Taylor says matter-of-factly.
"Sorry." The boy says. "I really like basketball."
"Me too!"
"Cool. What school are you going to go to?" Alex asks.
"South." I say.
"Duh." Taylor remarks.
"Shut up!" Alex says. "That's where I go."
Mom calls me then and I say, "well, gotta go unpack. I guess I'll see you around then."
"Yeah. Bye."
I jog home.
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