I run my hand through my hair and tied it up in a messy bun. As I walk out of the bathroom I grab my phone off the counter.
I jump down on my bed and snuggle back into my blanket. A truck makes a loud noise and I look out of my window to see who it was. A moving truck is parked outside of my neighbor's house.
A boy that looks about my age or a year older steps out of the house. By this time I'm more than curious so I swing my body over off of my bed and grab my sweatshirt. When I reach my backyard, I see my mom talking to a tall, middle aged man and when she sees me she waves for me to come over.
When I reach her she introduces me to the man she was talking to. "Blake, this is Martin Grey. Mr. Grey this is my daughter, Blake." We shake hands but are interrupted by the boy i saw earlier. He walks out of the house, not noticing my existence. "Hey dad, should i put- who is this beautiful angel standing before us?" I blush when he says beautiful. "Ugh, this is Blake. Blake, this is Dylan, my son." He looks at me like I just fell out of heaven. Slowly, I awkwardly wave at him then look down at the ground. "Well, Blake, would you mind helping Dylan unpack his boxes? He tends to get distracted easily." Martin asks. "Sure, I don't mind." And with that, Dylan and I walk into the house. He trugs upstairs and I follow. When we reach the room, Dylan closes the door and locks it. I look at him with a questioning face. "Thought we could use a little privacy." He steps closer to me and I start to get nervous. My palms start to sweat and all I could say was "What for exactly?" He puts both hands on my hips and just looks into my eyes. He starts to lean down..........
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