The Jerk Next Door

Chapter 2: New house new neighbors

^ pic of Maks^

Maksean

After finally getting all of our boxes in the house, we took a break and sat down. The place was kind of big, but was still smallish. Each kid had their own room and the parents share theirs, plus my dad has his little office room, so I guess it's a great improvement from having to share a room.

I head off to my room and start to move the things around a bit. I move my new desk in front of my window so I can sit on it to look outside if I want. Then I go to make my bed only to realize that it's 7:16 at night so I decide against it, because, I mean, why would I since in about three hours so it'll be messed up?! I so lost in my dumb thoughts that I barely noticed my dad standing up against the door.

"Hey kiddo! What 'cha do'in?"
"Nothing just moving stuff around. Look", I point over at my desk. "I put my desk there so it'll be close to the window"
"Ah, I see. "He gives me that look and the finger gun pointing motions. I was about to talk when the doorbell went off.

"Who could that be at this time?" I ask.
"Neighbors?" He shrugs while walking off.

I follow down the hall to see Adrian there opening the door. Behind the door was a lady probably in her early to mid thirties. She had dirty blonde hair that reached her breast. She had a nice figure and was shorter than me, but that's not saying much since I'm naturally tall for my age.

"Hello." The lady smiled showing her almost perfectly white teeth. "I'm Mrs. Sweatte, your new neighbor. I saw y'all on my way out to work earlier and thought when I got back why not introduce just myself. "

My dad and Adrian look towards each other, look back at Mrs. Sweatte noticing that she's still outside. "Oh! Come on in." My dad said opening the door wider. "I'd say have a seat, but our furniture hasn't been fixed yet."

"Oh no, it's alright I just wanted to stop by and say hi."
"Hi." I waved. "I'm Maks, the blonde is Emma and the brat- I mean boy is Trey."

She laughed and waved.

"What grade are you in?"

"Eleventh."

She nodded . "I have a son in the eleventh grade."

I just smiled.

"Well I'll just leave y'all to your business and maybe tomorrow if you still need some help then I'll send my boy to come help." Mrs. Sweatte said. My stepmom and dad walked her out and talked along the way.

She has a boy in my grade? Maybe that's who I saw in the window? Oh well. Who cares? All I know is that my brain is yelling for some sleep right now.

I woke up to the lovely sound of Got7's Mark Tuan rapping his part in their song "FLY". Which is one of my favorite songs ever!

As I'm contemplating my life and whether or not to call it a sick day, my dad walks in yelling "Get your ass up" in his famous impression of a retarded father.

"I'm up. I'm up" I repeat then get an idea that sets off my unusual dull light bulb.

I quickly place my hands on my stomach and make an ugly face (which for me is easy) in pain.

"Oh Daddy my tummy hurts" I whine.
"Cut the bullshit Maks plus if you stay here I'mma put you to work!"

That made me jump and grab my school pants and a random blue shirt in hope of it being one of my spirit shirts since I lost all of my polo's in the fire. And march up to him to look him in the eyes even though he's still a couple inches taller.

"That would be the exact reason for me to stay and help. You can't do all this by yourself"
"But I'm not by myself, remember? I have Adrian to help me" He sighs and extends his arms to my shoulders. "Look Maksean, I know this is different, and you have no idea how much it means to me for you to want to help me so I don't hurt myself. I know you still feel like that's your job, but it's not. So get ready for school." He smiles widely at me and makes his way down the hall yelling at Trey and Emma to wake.

As I turn around, I see a figure in the window across from mine. It had its back facing me. It looked familiar, but it's too early for my brain to work properly. I shrug it off as just a person curious about their new neighbors.