"Maximum!"

I sigh. I can't enjoy just one day of peacefulness can I? Nope. I put away my paints reluctantly and walked downstairs, seeing Iggy, my fraternal twin brother on the way down.

"Good luck", he mumbles. I sigh again. I just can't wait to see what my wonderful mother has in store for me today. Note the sarcasm. My mother and I have always had a problem with each other. I really don't know why, but she always seems to love to annoy me and she never supports what I do, no matter what. Of course, she would always be there when Iggy has had some kind of school event or something like that, but never for me, and it's sort of been pissing me off.

I walk down the stairs, seeing my mom, and she comes over to place a big plate of chocolate chip cookies in my hands. "What's this?" I ask happily, naively thinking it's for me. Hey what can I tell you? I love them!

"Relax, they're not for you", she says harshly, completely bursting my happy bubble. "Go take them next door, we have new neighbors." Ugh.

"Why can't Iggy go with me?" I whine. It's so unfair that I have to do that without Iggy suffering too.

She gives me that don't-argue-with-me look. You all know the one. "Iggy is very busy working on his homework." Just as she says this, I hear and electronic voice scream, "Finish him!" Yep. Sounds like homework to me.

I roll my eyes and walk down our huge driveway and step onto the neighbor's. We live in Dallas, TX, and before you ask, no we don't live on farms, we don't have redneck accents, and I have never once and probably never will ride a horse. Sorry if you were expecting something else.

So I look at the house with the large moving van in front of it, and just hope it's not someone annoying that's moving next to us. Their house is very pretty with brown brick and gray stone around it. It's a two-story and it has a big porch. I walk to their front door and knock. Suddenly, just as I hear my ringtone go off ˗˗She's a Lady by Forever the Sickest Kids˗˗, the door opens, and someone steps on the porch, and I guess they stare at me while I fumble with my phone.

I quickly turn off my phone and look at a boy around my age, who is surprisingly good looking. He is wearing a muscle shirt, thanks to the moving, and you can kind of see his ab muscles right through his shirt. I look at his face and realize I'm majorly staring. Oops.

"Um. . . Hi", I say.

"Hey," he says quietly. Awkward.

"Uh, I live next door" pointing towards my house, "and my mom just wanted to give you guys these to welcome you to the neighborhood, I guess", I say, uncomfortably looking down frequently.

"Oh okay, thanks," he says, taking the cookies with subtle appreciation.

"Uh alright, I'll see you later then," I say, stepping off of his porch.

"Hey" I turn around, and he goes, "Nice ringtone."

I smile, surprised. "Thanks." I say, and walk home. I wondered what that was about. Maybe I would get along with the new neighbors, after all.

EDIT, May 5, 2011: So, if you're new to reading this, please know that this chapter is crap in my opinion. Please consider reading on, because I just recently re-read my whole story, so I actually wrote this about a year ago. My writing has surprisingly gotten better, so take that into consideration before you click the "back" button. :) Lol.