Rachelle
'' Hey! What are you doing in our backyard?'' My eyes opened, and I gasped.
It's the boy I saw yesterday on the green bike, I couldn't speak. I don't know what got over me, but when I saw him my breath just went away. He was shirtless and the only thing he had on were boxers. He makes waking up look beautiful, when I walk up and have bed hair I look like a monster. I'm really jealous right now.
'' I.. I got stuck, and your monster dog kept barking at me.'' I pushed the hair out my face, he rubbed his eyes than walked over to me. This time I can't back up because there is a fence holding me hostage.
'' Your the girl that was checking me out,'' He smiled my cheeks started to heat up, I tried my best not to roll my eyes so instead I started pulling onto my shirt even harder.
'' Yeah I checking you out, can you please help me get my shirt from this demon fence,'' He chuckled. He tried to untangle the shirt from the fence, after three minutes he gave up.
'' Your shirt doesn't look like its going to come off the fence, looks like you have to slip out the shirt.'' My eyes widen this can't be happening.
'' I.. I can't do that,'' I stammered my voice was barley above a whisper.
'' Then looks like your going to be stuck to this fence,'' He said tonelessly.
'' I can't! I have to catch my brother before he terrorize the other kids on the playground! YOU KNOW HOW MUCH TROUBLE I WILL GET IN IF MY MOM FINDS OUT I'M NOT THERE TO STOP MY BROTHER! I will feel her wrath!'' He shurgged, staring right into my eyes.
I started pulling on the shirt, '' Stupid fence, I hate fences, fudging fence,'' I mumbled, pulling harder. He grabbed my arm stepping closer to me, turning me around to face him eye to eye. We were so close his warm breath hit my face.
'' You either take off the shirt, or stay stuck to a fence. And I really don't want some girl stuck to my fence, it's kind of weird.''
'' I can't run up and down the street after my brother without a shirt!''
'' I'll give you one of my shirts,'' He offered.
I looked at him, and then the dog. I'm wasting time right now! Josh is probably at the playground at this very moment! It's just a matter of seconds until a parents grabs Josh and drags him to our house, complaining to my mom about how Josh is throwing sticks at children or what ever Josh does.
'' Fine, I'll take off the shirt.'' I mumbled, '' But you can't look!'' He rolled his eyes and than half smiled turning around. I slide out the shirt and then crossed my arms over my chest.
'' Can you start walking please,'' I whispered, he laughed following the order. I followed him inside of his house, his house was pretty nice. It was like one of those cozy homes you see, on TV. I followed him into a room, I'm guessing it's his room. He went over to the drawers looking for a shirt. I looked around his room, his room was painted royal blue, and had a bunch of posters on the wall, his bed was pretty messy. I'm not judging though, my bed is messy also. As I looked around something caught my eye, I saw a golden wrapper I narrow my eyes and I realized it was a condom wrapper near the bed. My eyes widen, I turned my head away from that area of the room, but then as I turned I saw a magazine and on the cover it had a naked girl. Not only was the girl naked but she had a man part in her mouth. I snapped my head up to his ceiling. His room is worst than Eric's, well technically I can't say that because I haven't been in Eric's room over a year. So it's probably second worst.
'' Here,'' He threw the shirt at my face. It was a dark green shirt and it said Suck It in big white words I turned away from him. And slide on the shirt, it was big just like the Superman shirt.

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The Boy With The Green Bike / l.h
HumorRachelle Anderson isn't your normal teenager. Ever since school ended, all summer she does nothing but sleep, eat, Tumblr, Youtube, Google Images and fighting with her brothers. Until one day she finally steps foot out side bumping into the handsom...