"Check the mail, love." My mom tells me.
I'm sitting on the couch. I have my laptop on my lap, a good movie playing, and some snacks around me. I'm starting to write my essay for college. I know.. I'm a Junior this year. But I need practice. I'm too dedicated to school and my grades. Everything has to work out for me. I plan on going to college, get a good job, and get enough money to support my family. It's just my mother and I. She has given me everything and given me life, I want to be able to give her everything back. I can't give her life, but I can buy her a new house, new car, and early retirement.
"Yes, ma'am." I get up, put my laptop on the couch, then put my slippers and robe on, then walk outside to get the mail.
I hear feet dragging against cement behind me but I just ignore it. As I'm digging into my mail box to scrape up every little piece of mail, a hand opens the mail box next to me, and reaches into it, "Hey."
I jump back a little then drop my mail, "Oh, God. You scared me." I don't even look at the person, I just bend right down to get my mail.
"Sorry if I scared you." The voice says. It takes me a moment to realize it's a 'he'. He didn't even bother to reach down and help me get my mail.
"It's okay." I stand up to close the mail box.
I look at the guy. He's cute. I've never seen him before. I'm mesmerized by his eyes. They're a beautiful hazel/grey mix.
"I'm Anton." He smiles and reaches his arm out.
"I'm Bre. Well, it's Breaunna, but everyone calls me Bre." I shake his hand. Oh my gosh. His hands are soft and smooth. Not too soft but their perfect.
"Beautiful name." He smiles again.
"Uh.." I pull my arm away, "Are you new? Here?"
"Yeah, just moved into the big brownish house down there. House, uhh, 5455, I think."
"Yup, that's right. I know that house, my ex... my old friend who was a boy lived there. He moved about 4 months ago. But that's over with."
Anton chuckles a little bit then closes his mail box, "Well, I'm going now. I start school on Monday."
"Where are you going to?"
"Mariner High."
"I go there! What grade?"
"I'm a Senior."
"Ohh, I'm a Junior. But, bye. I should go." I point to my house then walk down my driveway and into my house.
He is perfect. Oh my gosh! I walk back to the couch and continue my writing.
(((I KNOW, this started out slow. It will get better, I swear)))
