Austin's POV
My room had nothing in there anymore. None of my clothes, posters, or anything I owned was left. This wasn't even my room anymore.
"Austin!" yelled Mom. "Sweetheart, lets go."
"I'm coming," I replied.
Goodbye, old room. This is the last time I'll ever see you.
I walked out of my old house. Outside were my parents in the car stuffed with most of our suitcases. Dad was driving and Mom was in the passenger seat.
After I took one last glance at my house, I got into the car.
Why do people even have to move out of their old house? There were so many memories here. I grew up in this house and I grew up in this city. Kendall was my hometown. It's where my school and my friends are. Now I have to leave.
On the road, passing through town, I looked out the window to see everything. Every store, restaurant, and hang out place were some of the things I'll miss the most.
"Mom, why do we have to move?" I complained.
"You know why, Austin," said Mom. "We're just moving. The Moon Mattress Kingdom is heading to Miami."
Oh, joy. I'm the little prince of Moon Mattress Kingdom. That's not my reputation in my school. I have the most famous reputation in high school.
My name is Austin Moon. I am the school whore.
Basically, yes, I'm a man-whore. I'm not like a male prostitute or anything like that. I wasn't always the macho slut monkey.
When I was younger, I was one of the nerds. Back then I had braces and acne. I was short, fat, and impossible to look at. You don't know how hard it was living like that. Next thing I knew I turned fourteen and everything changed.
After my fourteenth birthday, I went to Kenton Hartley's party. His parents were out of town so you know what that means. We were playing seven minutes in heaven. I had to go in the closet with Victoria Fox.
At first I was a bit nervous. I was only fourteen years-old. I didn't know what I was doing until Victoria took her bra off.
Since that day, my acne disappeared and I got my braces off. I got taller and I started to work out more. Three years later I turned into this.
Basically, I'm just a sex-hungry playboy. You don't know how many girls I have done it with. I even have a list, which is way too long.
While I'm on the road here, I tell you some stories of the wildest girls I've met.
There was this one spunky redhead named Danielle. She had a thin body and bra size 34D. During her soccer practice, I was waiting for her in the boy's locker room. When she came…you already know what happens next.
There was this one girl at this little grocery store. A blonde checkout girl name Kristen was literally checking me out. After her shift, we were hooking up in the backroom. One of her co-workers, which was the old man sleeping in there, caught us in the act, but he let us go on and went back to sleep.
During a Ke$ha concert, I hooked up with this Canadian girl named Vanessa in the bathroom stall. I officially now know how to do it standing up. She even wrote her number on my ass.
I'll admit that I have a little sex problem. My parents don't even know about it. Sex is just my…drug and curse. No matter what I do I somehow attract a random girl and I end up taking my pants off.
Every single girl I have done was different. I've been in different places and different positions.
My boys no longer had me in Kendall. My friends respected me for being a sex-crazed maniac. I even let some of my girls have them. God, I'm gonna miss them.
School should be good, right? Was my reputation so important that I have to continue at another school? What if there was already a man-whore there? I wonder how many fine women are over there in Miami. Possibly a ton.
Honestly, I do indeed treat women with respect. I will be respectful especially when I get their pants off.
Sometimes people ask me why I do this. I need to be satisfied. It's the only excuse I got so deal with it.
"Austin, aren't you gonna love Miami," asked Dad.
"You mean leaving my school an my friends behind," I said. "Yeah."
"Son, come on. We didn't want to move either. We miss our home, but this is a new start for us."
"You'll make new friends," said Mom. "You say you're gonna hate it, but after a few days, you're gonna love it."
"Okay, I'll give it a chance." I love my parents. They're not the normal parents you think they are. They're not perfect either, but they're the best.
"Here we are." I pointed to the sign that read, Welcome to Miami, Florida.