I've lived next door to this girl for most of my seventeen years of living. And only recently have I started having these thoughts about her, and other girls of course. Is it normal for me to see her and think "Her boobs look so good in that shirt" or "Those fresh highlights make her look so hot"? I think about this every night, laying in my bed, looking up at the ceiling.

l gave an occasional "Hey girl, you look good" or some type of compliment to my friends. But now every time I see a girl that peaks my interest in that way, it's more like "Damn, she'd look so hot naked". Is something wrong with me? Am I crazy? I'd ask my parents but they tend to know jack shit about teenage problems.

But anyways, the girl next door. Her name is Arden. We're about the same height, 5'4, and she's Puerto Rican. She has brown hair with highlights and she's slim, but not skinny. She has nice boobs and a pretty okay ass. She's really nice and we're the same age. But she's older than me by a couple months.

I remember when she moved in that day and my mom told me to go meet her and make a friend. I really didn't want to. I thought she looked stuck up, although looking back now I'm pretty sure it was the jealousy talking, since she was, and is, so pretty. I remember handing her a cake that my mom told me to tell her that she made when she really just bought it from Meijer's. She smiled and said "Thank you." And I thought that was it. We'd never have to speak to each other again. Then she asked for my name. "My name is Alex." I said. She said it was a generic but nice name. I wanted to get mad at her for calling it generic but I couldn't help but agree with her. It's a pretty fucking generic name.

She asked if I wanted to come in and I turned her down, telling her I had other things to do. She smiled, saying "That's okay, maybe next time. Thanks for the homemade cake with the price tag still on it". We both giggled. But her giggle made my heart flutter for some reason.

I waved goodbye and walked back over to my house. The next day there was a knock at the door and since I was already in the living room I decided to answer it. It was Arden. "My mom said she really liked the cake so she told me to bring this spaghetti dish over as a thank you". I took the dish from her.

I wanted to say it smelled awful because I wanted to do everything in my power to convince myself that I didn't like Arden, but that spaghetti really did smell good. "Thanks I guess." She smiled. My heart fluttered once again for whatever reason. "Um, can I come in?" Arden asked. I was taken aback. She had a face that said "Since you're not gonna invite me in then I'll do it myself".

She didn't even know me or my family yet she wants to come in? "Uh, sure?". Damn it. Arden waltzed in like she wasn't nervous at all. "Nice place". "Thanks". I said. I told her to stay put while I went to put the spaghetti up and grabbed a juice for her but when I came back she was gone.

I didn't know whether to panic or stay calm. Maybe she went home? Then I heard noises from upstairs. They were coming from my room. "She didn't dare" I said to myself as I quickly walked up the stairs. I walked in to find Arden looking through my sketchbook. She looked up and saw me standing at the door. "Did you draw this? It looks nice". I snatched the book from her.

"You can't just walk into someone elses room that you don't even know and go through their stuff" I yelled. "You're not gonna take the compliment?" She replied. "Of course not! You went through my stuff!". "Well, sorry, but I mean it. These drawings are nice. I hope you'll keep going".

I wanted to stay mad at her. I wanted to use this invasion of privacy as an excuse to kick her out and never speak to her again. But I just couldn't. Instead, I sat down next to her and opened my sketchbook. "Do you really think they're good?".