The sound of a pick-up truck was outside my window as I laid in my bed, half asleep.
My friend Stacey laid at the end of my bed, fast-asleep from the all-nighter we attempted to pull last night.
I relieve my eyes of the uncomfortable crust that laid in the corners, finally letting them adjust to the bright sun that filled my room.
Stacey let out a snort as she slept, causing me to giggle.
My cold feet hit the floor as I look out the window and to the left.
An orange and white U-haul was parked at the end of the next door neighbor's driveway. That house wasn't empty, my neighbors were a young married couple with two children.
I haven't seen them in a while, but I didn't think they had moved or anything.
The need for warmth and to be nosey hit me as I walked outside my house, letting the warm heat hit me. I stretch, yawning before I crossed my arms underneath my chest. Some men carried a couch into the house, a boy who looked my age, maybe a bit older, followed behind them with two boxes. He was cute, blonde hair, kind of tall. I checked him out. They paid no attention to me as I stood in the open, in my shorts and drawstring shirt.
"Oh, he's cute." A voice said beside me. I flinch, grabbing my chest in shock.
"Why?" I say to Stacey referring to her scaring me, then I laugh and grab
her arm. "Get back in this house, he's too old for you!" I falsely fuss at her.
"And he's not too old for you?" She said, pushing me playfully. "We're the same age."
"I'm more mature." I said, glancing outside one more time as we got near the door.
He was staring at me, a curious look on his face.
I waved, to which he ignored, taking another box from the U-haul and walking towards the house.
Shrugging my shoulders, I enter my house, following behind Stacey.
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I honestly don't like reading flashbacks, but I don't know if you guys do soooo...yeah.
Here's another quick update, for today.
Should I put more flashbacks?? Yes or no.
Vote and comment, the next chapter will be much longer...sorry for this sad excuse of a chapter.
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How to Feel
RomanceIt was six years ago when we met. He was the bad boy next door. I was the curious girl, always finding something to get myself into. And as they say, curiosity killed the cat. He took interest in me, I took interest in him. We clicked. He hung aro...
