My parents would be gone for a while. My grandma recently died. My parents were needed to sort through all of her stuff and do paperwork. Anything they didn't feel the need to keep, they would sell at a yard sale. My mom said it could take up to two and a half months since the property is so big.
It was around elevenish a.m. when I woke up. I reluctantly slipped out of bed and pressed my warm feet against the cold wooden floor. I stood and walked to my closet. I pulled out a lime green tank top and denim shorty shorts.
I removed the pajamas that were resting loosely over my skin. I slipped on the new outfit.
I sauntered into the bathroom and grabbed my brush. I combed out my hair and set the brush down. I looked at the mirror and stared into my own eyes.
I turned away and walked out of the bathroom. I exited my room and walked to the fridge. I grabbed a red apple and bit right in.
Ding dong!
I heard the doorbell. I walked to the door and peered out the peephole. Nate was standing with my platter, but full of cookies. I opened the door.
"Do you like chocolate chip?" he asked immediately.
"Course. Who doesn't?" I reply.
"Good. May I come in?"
I still stood in the doorway, hand on the knob. I took a bite of my apple and looked him in the eyes. I opened the door wider and Nate entered my home.
"Where are you parents?" Nate asked, shooting me a curious glance.
"Out," I said.
"Do you know when they'll be back? My mom had a question."
"Two and a half months."
Nate's eyes got wide. "Really? You have this whole place to yourself?"
"Uh-huh. It gets lonely sometimes, so you're welcome to come over whenever."
"Sure thing." Nate set the platter down on the counter.
"Wanna watch a movie?" I asked.
"Sure." Nate's eyes were cast slightly downward.
"Hey, Blondie? My eyes are up here," I said. I crossed my arms and bent one leg. I get this a lot.
"Oh! Right. Sorry about that," Nate said. His face flushed.
"It's fine. Hey, did you make those cookies?"
"My mom did." Nate was still red.
"Well she did a great job," I said, taking a bite of the cookie.
"I'll be sure to tell her."
"So before we watch the movie, there's something I want to show you how to do."
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Teen FictionYoung Cassie Saller thinks she has found the one she loves. He likes her, she likes him. But things change. Cassie realizes that he isn't the one. But maybe the boy next door is...
