The Boy Next Door

Meeting him

    It's been a few days. Every morning I see him leave his house at 8:00 on the dot. He gets on that badass motorcycle of his and rides off, nothing in his hand but a phone and wallet. I always wonder to myself, "where the fuck is he going?". But I never had the courage to actually go up to him and meet him. But today was different. I was going to go up to him and introduce myself. But instead, I ended up hopping into my BMW, and taking a ride to 7-Eleven for some snacks. I stayed there for awhile, purposely just so I could build up some bravery to go speak to this guy. After about 30 minutes, I did. I hopped inside my car and drove back home. My mouth dropped as I began to close and lock the door to my car. He was there. He was wearing, or sagging some black jeans, with a white undershirt and a jean jacket over it. I thought to myself, "Damn he look fine as figgity FUCK!! And he got shoe game!". He just happened to be wearing some of my favorite Jordan 13's. But then as I stared at him get off her motorcycle, I realized what I was wearing. I had on some little grey biker shorts (that made my ass look fat), and a white tank top. But I guess at the time I didn't care. Cause I still decided to go talk to him before he went into his house. "Hey!" I yelled across my driveway. He turned to look at me, and I began to get wet again. He stopped and I ran over to him, my soda, candy, and chips about to drop out of my hands. We were face to face. We were about 5 feet away from each other.