Not As It Seems

Chap.1

Not As It Seems    
My mom just walked into my room and told me that I am going to spend the summer with my grandma in North Carolina because she is lonely after Grandpa Flynn died.
"But moooom, why do I have to go live with her? I haven't been back there since we moved after dad died."
"I know, Erika, but she loves you, and she needs comfort," my mom pleads.
         "Ok, I still don't get why I have to live with her."
         "Because you're her only granddaughter, that's final," my mom yells at me!
         "Fine," I say.
         "Who knows, Erika? Maybe you'll meet a cute boy there."
         "OH MY GOD, Mom, SHUT UP!"
Here I am dreading the upcoming summer because I had all these
big plans, (Netflix and sleeping), that I now have to cancel. I'm not that mad about going to Grandma Anne's house because it's giant and has a pool. I'm mad I have to leave my friends, and I only have one day to pack. As I begin to start packing, my mom knocks on my door and tells me she has a surprise for me. I'm thinking, now what? Her surprises are never good. She should just shoot me now. Then she tells
me that Marcia is visiting her aunt in North Carolina, so both of us will be there. Alleluia! Marcia is my quiet, sarcastic, blue eyed, tall, and extremely skinny best friend, and I'd die without her. We have been best friends since I moved here, and we discovered we loved the same bands, books, and YouTubers. My mom and Marcia's mom planned out the whole trip for us.
We hop in the car to start our sixteen hour car trip from Iowa to North Carolina. This ride consists of many, many stops at the gas station, Pancheros, and Starbucks. We also make some pit stops at a couple malls to get some new clothes. When we finally get to my grandma's house, there is a car in the drive-way for me.  Marcia leaves for her aunt's house about 5 minutes away, which I am really happy about. As I get out of the car and grab my bags, I'm in awe because the last time I was here I was thirteen years old. As I walk up the sidewalk, there standing in the middle of the yard, is this tall guy with blue eyes and caramel colored hair with hints of blond speckled through.  He has sweat dripping from his brow and dirt marks on his jeans where he must've wiped his hands while working.
He says, "Hi, I'm John. I help your grandma out with the yard work."
         "Hi," I say while walking in the door.  As I walk past him he has a grin on his face, almost as if he is pleased with my appearance, even though I'm wearing jeans and a casual Damon Salvatore shirt.