Tammi Lyn [DISCONTINUED]

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Dont be afraid to tell me your thoughts!! Constructive criticism is most welcome!

Life is unexpected. Everyone has their own opinions about the world and everything else and I'm not here to tell you that life is just that: unexpected. It can be hard, it can be funny, basically it's anything.

Wanna know why I say life is unexpected?

First let me give you a little background to my story, so you know what you're dealing with before you leave.

It was a hot summer's Thursday when we first saw each other.

And trust me, it wasn't a cute meeting where parents introduce their kids with the intent of marrying them to each other. Although, I still have my suspicions about that up to this day.

But no, definitely not like that.

I was six years old, playing basketball on the front lawn by myself when my mother appeared from inside the house, crossing the yard to meet me.

Once I saw her I discarded my ball to give her a giant hug and hear what she had to say.

She bent down to my height, lightly booping my nose affectionately before speaking.

"Denver," she started gently. "A new family's going to live next door to us. Be nice to them, okay? Don't let your ball cross the fence," she added with a little stern look on her face.

I nodded happily, promising then and there to be good.

When my mom stood up and left me to my own devices, I resumed playing and shooting.

Not long after, a huge pick-up truck pulled over the house beside us, followed by a green minivan that looked decent enough, except for the bump on its side that made me assume it got into a car accident.

The house was a small two-storey building painted cream, with red roofs and black gates made of iron. It still looked presentable despite the fact it hasn't been inhabited since I was about three, so no one lived there and it was quiet as a ghost, with only a poster on the gate saying that it was for sale.

So yeah now there's gonna be people living in there again. And I have to get used to that.

My head turned, black bangs softly swaying in the slight wind that passed by.

Two men got off the pick-up truck and proceeded to walk to the back to open the back of the truck.

I watched a family of five appear from the minivan: two parents, three kids.

My eyes continued to follow the men's every movement. They had two more companions that only revealed themselves when the first two opened the latch on the truck. Then they started unloading big boxes and stuff to move inside the house.

That was around eleven in the morning.

When I got bored I ran inside my house to announce to my family that the neighbors have moved in.

We had our lunch, and I rested before picking up my ball and rushing out again.

That was three pm.

So there I was, imagining myself playing a professional basketball game like I was in the league, running and stumbling on my unexperienced feet when I heard a short and high-pitched scream.

Wait what happened to the sun? It's suddenly gone and blocked by a shadow.

I truly wasn't prepared for the sight of a young girl in the air, eyes wide and mouth open in a silent scream.

My own eyes went wide with shock and surprise, whole body freezing as a reaction to the unfamiliar scene.

Seriously that's not something you see everyday. I didn't even know what to do with myself.

Should I move back and let her fall? Should I catch her? What if I can't hold her weight? All that stuff.

It was like in slow motion.

My arms acted instinctively, raising to try and receive her weight, when in the back of my mind I knew we'll just fall to the ground together.

So why did I even do that? Spur of the moment I guess.

Sure enough we did fall in a heap in my yard, my tailbone meeting the ground and the girl falling on top of me as we both coughed and tried to regain our heading.

I rubbed my head in pain, groaning softly. The side of my head really hurt like heck.

I didn't even register our positions.

She was slotted inbetween my spread legs, her small hands on either side of my hips. One of my hands were placed on her shoulder while the other was on the ground.

"Sorry," she muttered.

A groan of pain sounded from her, and I felt her moving off of me the moment our front door opened, followed by the click of the front door of the other house.

Great, spectators.