Little things in life // Why Don't We

Chapter 1: moved in

I grab my last box from the truck and head back into the house. I smile at my mum as she starts unpacking some of the movies and she looks up to smile back.

I head up to my room and set the box down in front of my bed knowing it contains my quilts and sheets. I walk over to my desk and start unpacking my books and setting them down on my black bookshelf.

Once I'm finished with the books I open the box I had set in front of my bed and grab a few towels and walk into my bathroom. It's smaller than my last one but so is my bedroom but that's to be expected.

I hang the towel up on the towel rack and walk back into my room, I open my curtains and close my eyes the warm sun on my skin. When I open them I realize I can see our neighbors backyard and upstairs.

I watch curiously as a boy, maybe a year older, walks outside without a shirt on, he stretches showing his skinny body that's surprisingly toned. I blush and step away from the curtains.

I quickly go into my walk in wardrobe and start putting my clothes up on the racks, there mostly named bands like Adidas and stussy. I grab a maroon colored dress and start putting it on. I grab my custom made maroon sneakers and walk downstairs.

I'm one of those girls that's not a tomboy but loves sports and isn't a girly girl but loves dresses. When I walk downstairs I find my mum an dad dancing happily in the kitchen and can't help but want that.

Because of my sickness I've never had a boyfriend, never really saw the need until last year. I smile at the thought of growing old with someone, of loving someone other than my parents.

I head outside and hop into my Jeep Wrangler, when I pull out a black four wheel drive pulls into the neighbors house and a few boys hop out, one with curly hair, another with blonde and the third with dark brown hair.

They look over at me leaving and the curly haired boy waves, I smile and politely wave back. He's cute, they all are. I leave the street and drive down to the shops. I see a mall and I park the car right near the doors.

I shop for the rest of the day, some girls say hi to me and some boys even ask for my number. I politely refuse because they may think I'm cute now, but once people get to know me... I'm crazy as hell.

Once I buy a few new outfits I head over to taco bell and grab a bite only to crave a coffee so I walk over to Starbucks. When I head in I stand behind a boy with dark brown hair standing next to a shorter boy with light brown hair.

The start talk, when they reach the counter the shorter one starts to sing his order and his voice is amazing. The girl at the counter smiles and listens. When the dark haired boy steps up and sings I'm blown away. He's like an angel.

People start videoing them and I notice the curly haired boy that waved at me standing with his phone out. He sees me looking at him and smiles slightly, I blush and turn to notice it's my turn to order.

I had written it down on a piece of paper earlier and I hand it to the girl she smiles and puts it down. Once I pay I go and stand to the left.

I feel a tap on my shoulder and turn to find the curly haired boy standing there smiling "hi, my names Jack, you must be our new neighbor" he says holding his hand out I look at it for a second too long.

I take it slowly and smile at him shyly, this is the longest I've been around a boy in ages "my names Kara, sorry if I'm a little quiet, I used to be a mute" I say blushing and he just smiles and lets go.

My hand goes instantly cold and I look at it quizzically then I look back at him "that's alright, I mean that's pretty cool actually, how'd you start talking again?" He asks placing his hands in his jeans.

"I never stop the language, I just didn't care to speak, no one but my parents talked to me."

"How could no one else have talked to you? Your like beautiful."

"Well being cooped up in a hospital bed for most of your life is a start."

"I'm sorry, I didn't know, I mean... I'm really stuffing this up aren't I?"

"Wouldn't know, your honesty the first guy I've talked to, actually talked to."

"I should be honored! You should meet my friends."

I look over at the table he'd just come from and all the boys there. For some reason my eyes linger on the blue eyed brown haired boy who had been singing before. I look back at him and shake my head slowly.

"One person is enough excitement for one day, plus my orders up" I say pointing to the cup of coffee waiting for me at the counter, he smiles sadly and nods.

He walks with me over to the counter and we say our goodbyes. As I walk to my car I can't help think about the curly haired boy and blue eyed singing angel.