The Boy Next Door
Ever since I've was old enough to understand what adults were saying I've always remember my grandma talking about this boy next door. His name was Damien. Now I can't recall too much from my child hood because I don't have very good memory but I think I've talked to him before. I wish I could remember but I can't and my sister thinks we've hung out with him also. My parents so no but I don't believe them, or maybe I don't want to. . . .
Anyway, Damien is a few years younger than me, I think, by two or three years maybe. The last time I remember seeing him was when my dad came to pick me up from my grandma's house. He was going to her house to get coupons for K.F.C and I told myself I would try and look at him when I got into the truck. I did. I didn't get a good look but it was enough for me, all I saw was blond hair. I was really worried because I looked really bad and I didn't want him to see me like that. It's weird but I've hardly talked to him but something is pulling me toward him. It's starting to concern me a little just because this is unknown territory.
My favorite memory (also the most embarrassing) of when I saw him once outside my grandma's house. She wanted me to take a picture of her tomato plants to send to my uncle ( I think) and I looked over and saw him. Wow, all I remember is Abs and that I kept staring. . . . though once I realized that I was staring I quickly looked away. I didn't look back over there, luckily no one noticed me staring (except for him maybe). I alway hope that one day when I'm at my grandma's she'll ask me to run something over there just so I can see him. She doesn't, partly because theres a lot of trouble going on over there. I don't care I just want to talk to him and it's not like I can just ask to go over there. Can you imagine walking over to someone's house, that you hardly know, and asking to hang out. Talk about awkward because do you say "no" or slowly say "sure"?
The only bad thing (well one of them) is that my sister is really pretty, me not so much. So I highly doubt I have a chance with anyone because once they see my sister they will have second thoughts.
I think the boy next door will only be the boy next door. . . . . .