Under The City Lights

"Hey guys! We're sorry , we're late. We're having a hard time looking for this place." said the lady. I'm just seeing the lady. We? She's just alone in this moment. Why we?

"Mom!" said the unknown voice.
"Yes darling?" the lady said. The boy said something I can't understand. They were faraway and I've noticed the "we" was now valid . The lady came back with a huge bag on her shoulder. I saw the maid and a driver carrying two other bags. The unknown voice showed up. For me, it was a moment of silence . Time stops. Pupil dilated. Cheeks heated. My body was an ice.
The built of the boy  was faraway on masculinity. He was thin and tall. He wore eyeglasses  and a simple green shirt and a black short. He was now walking near to us but he was looking a little bit snobbish. He wore braces but I've never seen him smile yet. He looks a little bit tired and awesome at the same time. He was handsome.

The lady introduced herself to us except for Dad who is her office-mate. Her name is Andy. She was friendly and nice too. She introduced her son who is Peter.

The night was getting colder especially that I'm so nervous now because I'm seeing Peter. Peter got out of my sight but quickly came back. He swims so fast and I can tell that he was athletic. His mom, Andy, invited us for dinner but I said that I'm okay and not starving at all. Peter was playing ball games in pool with his assistant , Jay. I can tell that Peter was a jolly person. Peter jumps off the pool and invited Jay to be with him. Jay was afraid to jump off the pool , so Peter pulled his shirt and that moment Jay looks so pissed off while Peter had a brat laugh. If you're going to type this laugh on your keyboard it would be 'HAHAHAHAHAHA!". 

Her Mom talked to us about her son's achievements . She said that her son was good in playing Basketball.  As a return, my mom said that I was Rank 1 in our section. I've learned many a lot of information  about him . Her mother said that Peter was an spoiled brat. When he was 9 years old, he has 4 maids around him and he doesn't know how to tie his own shoe laces. His mom said that when Peter wasn't a varsity yet , he never fails to show his report card with a line of 9 in his grades. I can tell that his mom is talkative and funny . The conversation ended happily because of such a good topic. As I've said my sleepiness keep on hunting me. We went upstairs and dad stayed downstairs for a while. 

The room was airconditoned and I feel so comfortable with my black pajama and "ROCK IS A FOUR LETTERED WORD"  shirt.  My mom and I stayed on the same bed. We were only three , Mom, Dad , and Me. I wonder if the other family would stay there. But because I'm too sleepy , I kissed my Mom and went downstairs to kiss my Dad to say to them "GOODNIGHT , I LOVE YOU AND SWEET DREAMS!".  Minutes passed and I'm not yet asleep. Until I heard "knock knock!" on the door of the room. It was Andy and shall I call her Tita Andy? 

"Can we sleep here?" Tita Andy asked with a friendly smile on her face. "Yes, sure!" mom said winking at me. A while ago before I said Goodnight to my mom and dad , we talked about the handsome lad Peter.  I never admire a person without knowing his attitude. My dad showed me his pictures already before Peter and I met.  Believe me, he was handsome , friendly , and funny at the same time.  Tita Andy with the maid put their bags on our room. But someone really surprised me and makes me nervous. It was him.  Peter, who's so obvious that he enjoyed swimming.

I pretended to ignore his presence by scribbling my phone. While I was pretending with the use of my phone , I noticed that he was scribbling too and he was smiling . I wonder if he was texting his girlfriend (maybe a sexy cheerleader). He wasn't lying on the bed yet but he was sitting. All I could say is he was tall for his age. I compared the height of my male classmates who is older than him. He was seated on the bed but he looks like standing because of his tallness. I wasn't looking at him but my eyes were glued into him. I hate it when a boy caught me staring at them. It's too awkward.