Meeting Him

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The photo at the top is the main character, Megan.

Chapter One: Meeting Him

I woke up on a warm summer day, I checked my phone and it was 11:30.

Jesus I slept in!

I was hungry so I toke off my oversized t-shirt and got dressed into a blank tank top and ripped shorts, and headed down the stairs to go eat something.

I got an Eggo and then looked out the window to see a big moving truck.

I guess the new neighborhoods moved in!

"MOM! The new neighbors are moving in!" I yelled.

She came down the stairs to check it out.

"MEGAN!" She all of a sudden yelled.

"Uhm, yes mom?" I questioned.

"Let's invite them to eat dinner here!" She squealed.

"That may not be-" I was interrupted by her running out of the door. So I followed along behind her to be nosey.

When we reached the house, she knocked loudly and a women, who looked my mom's age answered the door.

I stood there kind of awkwardly as my mom talked to her.

She made eye contact with me and then said,  "You look my son's age."

Before I could respond she was calling him down to meet me.

I heard loud footsteps coming down the stairs and heading towards the door.

She introduced me to him, his name was Alex.

He was literally the definition of perfect! He had brown hair that was kinda spiked up, he was wearing ripped jeans and a white shirt.

As I stared at him drooling, I all of a sudden hear, " Why don't you two go for a walk around the neighborhood?" His mom said.

"Sure he said." He slipped on a pair of adidas and then headed out the door.

The beginning of the walk was kinda awkward and silent but then he asked how the high school and if there was any cute girls.

I've known him for five minutes and I already wanna punch him! I'm standing right here and I think I pretty good looking!!! Ughhhhhh!

"Yeah but most of them are thots." I said while giggling.

"You don't seem like one." He said laughing back.

"I'm different from the girls who go to my school." I said.

Fuck! I sound cocky!

He laughed and then I asked a few questions like where he moved from and stuff, just the normal.

He was from Maryland, so the move to VA wasn't that bad.

We had walked all the way to the neighborhood park.

We sat down on the swings and we kept talking.

"Your fucking hot" I all of a sudden blurt.

"Fuck. Did I say that out loud?!?" I questioned.

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