You know that feeling you get when you step into hot water? Your body comes alive with goosebumps, and you know right away that you can't handle what you're getting yourself into. That's my life. I'm always getting myself neck deep in the shit I can't handle. There's always a new thing I'll never understand, I'll never understand the dreams i have with strangers in them, people I've never met or seen before, I'll never understand that hot water goose-bump feeling, I'll never understand why people can keep going back to what hurts them. But, I'm old enough to understand that once we understand everything the world looses it's shine. Curiosity killed the cat, but the cat had nine lives. So here i am, staring aimlessly out the window looking across the street. Watching movers unpack and push couches into the mansion across the street. I'm watching the little kids with the lemonade stand beg them to just buy one cup. "Take a picture," I hear from behind me, "It'll last longer." It's my brother. He's the only constant in my life. My constant annoyance. I turn around to look at him without saying a word. He's already plopped on the couch with his legs sprawled over the sides. Me being curious old me, I'm already on my way to the door before my brother tries to insult me again.

It's hot out. I can feel the sun pounding on my face and body. My walkway seems forever long, and then i finally get screamed at. "Madeline!" the little girls say, "Could you just please buy some lemonade?" I look at them, they are so desperate. I would be too, all these people out and about in the hot weather that wont even buy one cup of lemonade that their mom probably whipped together in the kitchen. I've been in the same situation before, so i had to. Walking up to the stand i got cut off. I backed up. The person who cut me off turned. "Oh, sorry, I didn't see you there" he said. It was a boy who looked about my age, sandy brown hair, light brown eyes, they could even be hazel, but I honestly can't tell, and he had a pretty nice smile. "You should probably pay more attention" I said, getting kind of annoyed. He looked at me with sympathy in his eyes, and i could tell that he was truly sorry. "Let me make it up to you?" he asked smiling, "I''ll pay for your drink." A little laugh escaped my mouth, and I didn't mean to let it loose. "So, I take that as an 'I forgive you?'" he asked laughing. I rolled my eyes to the side, and laughed "I suppose it's your lucky day, I'm Madeline by the way." He purchased two lemonades and handed me one, "I'm Justin," he said looking behind me at my house "I see we're neighbors. Your house is huge" I pulled my eyebrows in with confusion, had this kid even seen his house? I stared aimlessly into my lemonade before finally taking a sip. It was sour. I guess he could tell I thought it was sour by the way I twisted my face. I laughed, "please, like you've never had sour lemonade." He smiled, "I have. Who hasn't?" He took a pause before drinking his own cup of lemonade, "And by the way, I think your laugh is very cute." Twisting my feet together and cupping my hands on my face i became embarrassed. "It's scolding outside, I'm going in." I said looking at him in the eyes, which were gorgeous. I turned around and already stated walking to my front door and I heard the slight muffle of footsteps behind me. "Hey! Wait up!" Justin called after me. "Don't I get to learn more about you? I think you're cute, I want to know more!" I turned around and smiled a cool, flirty smile. "I guess you could come in." i said gripping the door.

OKAY, I PROMISE THIS WILL PICK UP, THE FIRST CHAPTER IS ALWAYS THE MOST AWKWARD!