Unexpected Turns

Jerry's Home

I sit on my porch and think about things a lot, there is no type of things I talk about its just all things. Do you get what I'm saying?
It doesn't matter, all that matters is that a boy walked up to me that day, August 23, a couple days after my birthday, August 18.

He is my neighbor from across the street in the big white house, with  three windows at the top floor, all rectangles with a blue curtain covering each one of them.

Since they've arrived a month ago, I always notice a boy who sits on the roof of the porch coming from the middle window. I don't know his name but I know he's a tall, skinny, handsome guy with light brown hair, blue eyes, and the cutest smile ever.

But this boy wasn't him, it was his brother. An average sized blonde with hazel eyes. He was handsome as well and had a very warm smile.

"Hi," he began as he came closer from crossing the street.

I looked up from the book I was reading and studied his face closely. "Hi," I replied.

No one had ever come up to me and tried introducing themselves to me since I came to live here, so it was very strange yet exciting.

"I'm Jerry," he stands next to the stairs.

"I'm Mary," I close the book, "well are you going to stand there or come closer, I'm not going to bite you know."

"Oh o- of course, I-I-I know, I just don't want to interrupt whatever it is you're reading," he stutters, "Uh, what is it you're reading, Mary?"

"Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë, have you ever read it?" I smile.

"No but I'm sure my brother has, he's read so many books in his lifetime we've got a whole library of them," he says as he comes to sit next to me on the swinging bench.

"The one who is always on the roof?" I ask.

"You've noticed," he points to the roof, "it's his safe spot. You know somewhere you can think, do magic tricks, read, get mad, or even cry. When looking for a home to move to we always have to buy one with an access to the roof."

"Does he share it?" I ask again.

"Well my brother is very introverted and he likes to keep to himself when he gets emotional or wants to be entertained. So nobody is ever in his safe spot, not that we don't want to be its just he never allows it. We can borrow it sometimes, but when he's there no one else is. Since he was about 5 it's always been that way," he explains thoroughly.

"We've been talking so much about your brother we never talked about you. What are you like?"

"I don't know what to tell you," he smiles, a smile that could make you faint.

My eyes widened, "wow," I whispered.

"Wow?"

"Your smile is amazing," I compliment.

He scratches his head nervously, "thank you," he laughs.

"Are you okay?" I ask.

"I'm just not good at taking compliments."

"Why not?"

"I don't want to get into it."

" okay," I let it go, "tell me about yourself. Anything you want me to know, Jerry."

"Uh... I like baseball, I am the athletic one in my family, always doing sports, I think I'm extroverted a little. That's more than I could say for my twin. Oh yeah and I'm a twin. But we're very different from each other, that's probably why we don't get along so well. I'm a B student. And I think that's it, I'm a very simple guy. I don't have any complex things about me."