I woke up to the sound of rocks hitting my window. This anger me very much. I dragged myself out of my bed and to my window where I slid it open. The window didn't have screen so just as I opened it all the way I was hit by a rock.
"Ow," I winced.
"Oh sorry, Taylor!" the guy called up to me. Taylor? Who the hell is Taylor?
"Hey buddy, I think you have the wrong house!" I called down to him angrily.
"Taylor? Is that you?"
"No it's Macey! And you've disturbed my pleasant dreams so you better get lost before I come down and kick your butt!"
"Hmmm, do you like peanut butter and Jelly?" he asked.
"I'm allergic to grapes."
"Really?" he asked amazed.
"No," I told him and went to slam my window shut.
"Wait!" he yelled and I paused. "I have a couple sandwhich's that I'm aparently going to be eating by myself if you'd like to join me."
"I don't like peanut butter and jelly."
"Well good, because they're tuna!" he grinned and he'd really nailed it. I loved tuna. How could I resist.
"Then why'd you ask me about peanut butter and jelly?" I asked him confused trying to fight the urge.
"Why'd you say you were allergic to grapes?" I rolled my eyes.
"I'll be right down," I mumbled.
He was sitting in my front lawn when I walked out my front door.
"Hey Macey," he said as I gave him an uncertain glare. He patted a seat on the grass next to him and I sat down cautiously. He handed me a sandwich I smelled it just to make sure he hadn't poinsoned it.
"Who awe oo aon rhye awe oo iving me puna?" I asked with my mouthful. He understood me. This kid was astonishing!
"I'm Jackson and I like to tuna so why not share the love?" he asked taking a bite of his sandwich. "We should make this a daily event."
"No, we really should'nt," I replied.
"You have to admit though, it's a great first date." I choked on a bit of tuna.
"This isn't a date," I clarified.
"How is it not? We're eating tuna under the stars. It's the best experience a person could have!"
"First of all, I could sit out here by myself eating tuna. It doesn't make it a date. Second, we're not even friends," I told him, biting off another piece of the sandwich. He gasped.
"I give you a tuna sandwich and you don't even consider us friends?" I yawned, acting unamused.
"Yeah, pretty much."
"I feel completely offended, consider yourself unwanted!"
"Trust me Jackson, I already have. Shouldn't you be in bed?" I asked him.
"I'm not ten," he whined.
"You go around hitting people with rocks and hand out tuna sandwich's and yet you consider yourself above the age of ten?"
"What, you've never heard of a friendly gesture?"
"Rocks aren't friendly," I pointed out.
"And neither are you."
"Was there supposed to be a point to that remark?" I asked.