Courage - benjey

1

Jorge -

"jorge! get out of bed and go introduce yourself before i drag you out of bed!" my mother yells through the door, banging on it.

"but mom, it's 8 in the morning!" i say, trying my best to get out of this situation. "don't you think they are still sleeping?"

"no, jorge. get up! this is the last time i'm asking you."

"fine."

i roll over on my stomach and groan into my pillow, dreading having to get up and speak to the new neighbors. i heard they have four kids. yeah, four kids! all boys, all likely to bully me for being who i am.

i finally gather up the strength to sit up and stretch, tightly squeezing my eyes shut. the morning sun beams in rays through my window, adding on to one of the many things that are irritating me this morning as it shines right into my eyes.

i get out of my bed and walk over to my closet, trying to spot the least gay looking clothing item i own.

once i am finally done getting ready, i make my way to the big house to the left.

i walk up the steps to get to the front door, and i feel a wave of anxiety come over me. i tell myself that there is no reason to be scared, it's just new neighbors that will forget i even introduced myself by tonight.

i reach my hand towards the reddish-brown door, put my hand in a fist and knock three times.

after about 20 seconds of me standing there, fidgeting with my hands, i decide that i should knock again in case they didn't hear me the first time. just as my knuckles are about to touch the door, it swings open.

i look at who's in front of me. a tall boy with dirty blonde hair that sits in a tuft at the top of his head, with golden brown eyes that seem to scare me a bit. his face is sprinkled with light brown freckles and he has long eyelashes.

i am snapped out of my thoughts as the boy says to me,

"oh hi! you're our neighbor, right?" the boy says.

"yes, that's me" i speak, suddenly feeling self conscious of my accent.

"well, it's nice to meet you. i'm gavin. and you are?" he says as he reaches his hand towards me to shake it.

i reach my hand out to his, hoping he doesn't notice the nervous sweat that lingers on it.

"my name is jorge. nice to meet you too." i say quietly as we release our handshake.

gavin tells me that the rest of the krol family are not in the house, but he invites me over for dinner this weekend.

"oh that sounds great! i'd love to." i reply politely, instantly regretting it.

"great! see you then, jorge." the about 24 year old looking boy says to me.

i turn the corners of my mouth up in a smile and nod, saying "you too, gavin."

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hey! i know that this is a very cliche "the boy nextdoor" type of book, but i got very bored and wrote this and now i'm deciding to publish it! sorry for the really short chapter but i hope you guys like this one! leave your opinions on if you think i should continue this please :)))