Running into you

Chapter 7: Moving Furniture

Austin and I walk outside, and see the moving truck.
"Dad. I want you to meet my friend." I say. He turns around and sees Austin.
"Well, hello Austin. Im Mr. (last name) but you can call me mike." He says. Austin shakes his hand.
"Hello Mike." He says. I smile.
"Austin can you help me move my furniture inside?" I ask him.
"Sure thing." He says. We climb onto the big truck. First thing we grab is my bed frame. We carry it inside, and put it where I want my bed.
-Later-
We finished loading all of my furniture in my room, and the boxes that went in my room.
"Now it even better." I say to Austin, while I jump onto my bed. He laughs.
"So what do we have to do next?" He asks.
"Well unpack my boxes, but you said you want to go out. What time do you wanna go?" I ask. He looks at time.
"Well it's 6:30 now. So an hour or so?" He asks. I nod my head.
"So lets unpack some boxes." He says. I plug my phone into my Ihome, and put my music on shuffle. We start on my gymnastics stuff, and put all my trophies on a shelf Austin had hung up for me.
"Your pretty good at gymnastics." He says looking at all my trophies.
"I guess so." I say while working on another box. This happens to be a box with my Austin posters. I push the box aside.
"I'll unpack that one later." I say.
"Why what's in it?" He asks. He walks over. But I grab the box.
"I'm gonna see what's in that box." He says.
"Mmmmm no your not." I say. He reaches for the box. But I pull it behind my back. I run out of the room, and down the steps.
"No running in the house!" My mom says, as I run into the backyard. We have a pool so I run around it. I look behind me and see Austin's not there. Then I feel arms wrap around my waist.