The car ride had been the least of his worries. Louis enjoyed taking time to relax, staring out the windows as blurs of nothing rushed past. It was just him and his music for several hours and nothing was better than that. However, right now wasn't the least bit relaxing in the slightest. His mother had always been an uptight person, her anger and patience running thin whenever something important was happening. An moving was probably one of the most important things in a families life. "Louis dear can you please not just stand there with ear buds stuck in your ears. I could really use a hand with the heavy boxes." Jay snapped, running a hand through the whispys of hair that refused to stay in her pony tail holder.
Louis raised an eyebrow at his mom, having not heard a single word she had said. Sheepishly he took out one of the ear buds that had been blasting out Micheal Buble and gave her the 'beg your pardon' look. With a huff of annoyance Jay waved her hand towards somewhere in the distance and grumbled out, "Just- go find something to bring in, would you?" Louis bit his lip, feeling a tad bit of guilt for not helping his mother out in the first place. His sisters weren't much of a help considering most of them were too small and fragile to bring in anything. Then again, Louis was rather fragile looking himself. Even though he was 18 and a senior in highschool, Louis probably looked 15 at the oldest and couldn't even make the football team if he begged the coach. His entire body was slim and despite the fact Louis never worked out a day in his life, his body was toned in an odd bikini figure sort of way. Minus the female body parts of course- "Yeah, sure thing mom. Sorry about not hearing you, I guess I forgot my headphones were in?" Louis replied, stuffing his Ipod into his front pocket, glancing around to take in his surroundings. There was nothing really to bring in except for small boxes waiting on the steps. He figured that was good enough. With one more glance to his mother, Louis pushed himself off the tree he had been leaning on and made his way over to the entrance stairs, reaching to gather up a few of the boxes in his arms.
"Do you need help with those skipper?" Came a gruff voice from his left and if there hadn't been a railing on each side of the steps, Louis would've fallen off out of fright and probably crack his head open. He squeaked, stumbling back a bit, hitting the railing and bouncing forward into the chest of whoever had been beside him. Strong arms stretched out, balancing Louis and quickly taking a few boxes out of his arms, allowing Louis to see. "You alright?? I didn't mean to scare you son, just thought you'd like some friendly help from your neighbors!" Said the man, peering down at Louis like he were just a tiny kid at a playground. "No no its fine, I just didn't see you... uhm... thanks for helping." Louis finally spoke, offering the stranger a soft smile. If they were neighbors, it was always good to give off good impressions. In the movies, didn't neighbors bake you large pies and give you cookies every other sunday if they liked you or something? Louis didn't want to risk it any ways and slowly started to climb the steps, turning his body towards the gruff looking man. "So you're our neighbors?" Louis questioned, lifting his eyes up to scan the area around them. There weren't very many houses on his street. Only about 4 or 5, each of them in sight. "Which house do you live at?" Louis asked again, turning around to climb up the rest of the steps and setting the boxes down on the wooden porch swing.
The man let out a hearty laugh, his voice almost booming off the scattered tree's around them and making his way up the steps after Louis, his boots clunking loudly. "My wife and I live across the street, the house directly across from here." The man points his fingers off into the distance, and Louis lifts his gaze again to follow it. There was a women standing at the end of the drive way chatting away happily to his mother, giving Louis the impression that the woman was this mans wife. Standing a few feet away from them stood a girl, not doubt in her teens and probably just about Louis age. She was typing away hastily on her phone, completely not having interest in the conversation in front of her. Louis raised his eyebrow, clearing his throat to speak. "Who's that? The girl standing behind your wife." The man smiled at Louis question. "That's Daloris, my daughter. She's 17 and quite the handful if you ask me." Louis nodded his head, flickering his eyes to take in her full appearance. She wasn't bad looking, and only a year younger than him. He suddenly felt a little more relaxed knowing that maybe moving here wouldn't be so bad at all. He could at least befriend the girl and hey maybe he'd get lucky and they could go on a few dates? As if on cue, Louis was snapped out of his thoughts to the sound of his mothers voice, calling out his name and waving her hand to him as if he were a dog being beckoned. "Louis dear!! Come here I want you to meet someone!"
