SUMMER NIGHTS

summer

I woke up in excitment. I can be jumping off the walls right now. I found out a few days ago we were getting new neighbors and there is someone my age in that family. They are moving in right now! I get out of bed tired but happily and go into my closet looking for an outfit.

"What to wear, what to wear." I sigh to myself, poking my chin. I spot a yellow tank top and black high waisted shorts. I throw my clothes on and put my hair in a messy bun. I quickly tie the laces of my white converse onto my feet and take my phone off the charger and skip down the stairs.

"Goodmorning parents who are already at work and lazy sister whom is still sleeping." I yell out to the house, spinning in my kitchen.

I open up my fridge and start moving my hips around, dancing to a song that's playing in my head, all while looking for something to eat. "Ah ha! Come to mama!" I say happily, taking the cut up cantaloupe out of the fridge.

I bite into my slice with a delighted groan. I continue looking in the fridge for my apple juice while chewing my food. "I'll stalk the new neighbors when I'm finished with my comida." I say to no one in perticular.

I go onto my phone and look through instagram for a bit and like random people's posts. "Shit, I have to do streaks." I say to myself. I open up my snap chat app and take a picture of me eating my cantaloupe, sending it out to my friends. I finish eating and drinking a nice breakfast and clean up a bit of my mess and brush my teeth.

"I can finally stalk the new people." I say running to the front door, opening it and shutting off the alarm.

I sit out on my porch pretending to play on my phone when in reality, I'm watching them. I'm not creepy! I wanna see my future friend. Just as I think of that I see a boy, about my age, helping his parents with bringing stuff in the house. My God, they have a lot more boxes to go.

Maybe I should help... I think to myself.

Y'know what? I will!

I get up and tuck my phone in my back pocket and walk up to a woman who I assume is the mother. "Hello! My name is Petunia. I see you guys have a lot of moving boxes and I live right there," I point to my house, "so I was wondering if you guys needed a helping hand?" I happily say. She smiles at me. "Oh, please! I would like some help. It's only my son and I moving in right now and the rest of the family is moving in in a month or two. I need as much help as possible!"

"It's no problem!" I walk over to the moving truck and grab a big box and then a small box and start walking towards the house. This house kinda looks like ours. Just different colors. I look at the boxes and they both say kitchen. I walk into the kitchen and that's where I see the boy. "Umph." I say putting down the boxes. He turns around and looks at me, quickly putting his phone away. "I thought you were my mom.. hi." He says, explaining why he put his phone away fast. "It's okay... I'd do the same thing if I'm supposed to be unloading a moving truck," I joke, "I'm Petunia Frisk. But you can call me Tunia." I put my hand out to him and he looks at it with a grin. "I'm Peter Hernandez, but you can call me Bruno. Petunia... what I beautiful name." He flirts. I blush and smile a bit at his words. "Thank you. But how is Peter anything like Bruno?" I ask curiously. He shrugs. "My friends back in Hawaii call me that." I gawk at him.

"Hawaii?! I've always wanted to go there! It's so beautiful." He raises an eyebrow at me. "Yeah, it is. Maybe I'll take you there one day." He chuckles as he walks past me, giving me a little playful nudge.

I follow him back out to the moving truck. "So, where are you from, Miss Tunia?" He asks, taking a backpack and a box out. He slings the thing over his shoulder and holds the boxes with his two hands. "I'm from New York. I moved here a few months ago." I explain. "New York. Sounds interesting. I have a cousin named Carol who lives there. Carol Stream." I gasp and take a box marked 'Peter' "I know Carol Stream! She's my best friends family friend. I was never close to her but I know her." He nods, looking a little surprised. "We are kind of connected then, dude!" He says walking with me up to his bedroom.