The Summer of My Life

3.

Hi guys! Did yesterday's cliffhanger annoy you? Sorry. Short chapter today, kinda busy. Hope that's ok with you. Check back tomorrow for another chapter!

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It's not like anything was wrong with the truck, not at all. Or the blue minivan. What was stunning, well, let's just say my mother and Becca should hurry up with the cow.

The family seemed a very happy one, they were all laughing at something I couldn't see. The only thing I noticed though, was the boy, that boy was just something. He wore a plain sea-green tee shirt and black jeans. Messy black hair stuck up on his head, and he saw through stunning, dark, shining brown eyes that glowed gold in the sun. He was fairly tan, tall for his age. When he laughed, he threw his head back, and it tilted slightly to the left. His pearly white teeth made his smile seem even brighter than the stars. It was such a genuine smile, the kind that makes everyone else smile. I must have been grinning weirdly at them, too, because he turns to me.

"Are you our new neighbor?" he asks, the goofy smile still on his face. I nod.

"Well, great! I have someone to watch my dumb little brother for me!"

"Hey!" his little brother protests, sticking his bottom lip out. The boy, that boy, what's his name? Laughs, and so does everyone else eventually.

"Um.. err.. It was nice meeting you! Maybe we could talk a little some time!" I call from across the street. He grins and nods.

"That would be lovely, madam," and he bows deeply. His humor, his humor is something too. I smile and turn around, banging my board on my knee to make sure this isn't a dream, or that I'm not in a book with a perfect fictional boy right in front of me. It hurts pretty bad, and I'm pretty sure it's going to leave a mark. Still, this amazing story of a boy leaves a larger dent in my chest. Or my stomach. Or both. As I close the door behind me, I hear more laughter. WHAM! I slam the door behind me and slide against it, letting the board roll away from me. I take a deep breath and finish the rest of my soda, chucking that away from me too. No one was home yet, but I swear I heard a cow mooing somewhere in the house. When I managed to keep my heart from beating away from me I got up slowly. Was I overreacting? Maybe. Screw that, I definitely was. But it's not like I was trying to. Socially awkward? Maybe. I take off my shoes and the next thing I know, I'm peeking through the blinds at him. A few minutes later, they finally ditch their car and walk inside their new home.

Dang, I thought, I really should figure out his name. And so that was my first mission. But I wouldn't start it just yet- now was not the time. I thought about texting Becca, but I ended up diving into bed and taking another nap.

Summer of my life? Yeah, right. Now I've got boy problems, and that makes everything horrible.