New Kids On The Block

So, we had just arrived to our new house and Scotty and I were unloading the boxes from the moving truck. We were about halfway done when a kid started walking down the street. He had thick black hair, hazel-green eyes and was tan.

He was very handsome and I don't say these kinds of things a lot. I looked at Scotty and saw him looking at the boy too. The boy looked over his shoulder and looked at Scotty. Scotty smiled a bit and started waving. Then, the boy smiled a bit probably amused and nodded at him. I don't think he noticed me until he looked my way and just stared. I smiled and waved at him, but not as geeky as Scotty. He smiled again, nodded and preceded going into his house.

I noticed Scotty looked kind of down. It was hard for him I know it was, since there were only two more weeks to make friends before vacation. Poor kid. So, I went over to him and gave him a hug. "What was that for," he asked while giving me a weird look after I released him from my hug. I do a lot of random things for no reason just so you know. "Felt like it," I simply responded going back to moving the boxes whistling a happy tune.

"Mom! Tammy's being strange again," Scotty yelled playfully to mom. "What did she do now," mom replied coming up to the screen door watching us. "She hugged me," Scotty replied. "And you loved it! Race you to the rooms," I yelled putting the last box inside the house and running inside to get a head start. "Hey," Scotty yelled racing after me and past a laughing mom.

"I call bottom bunk," I stated jumping on the bottom bed. My face was buried into a pillow and my arms and legs spread across the bed. I felt the bed sink next to me. I turned my towards him and saw his hurt face. "What's wrong Scotty, "I asked propping my head on my arm. "I'm never going to make any friends am I," he asked looking very close to crying. "Oh Scotty, you'll make friends here! I just know it. And if all the kids here are jerks, then I'll give them all a couple of bruises and black eyes, okay? And you'll always have me. I will always be your friend," I comforted him while wrapping my arm around his shoulder.

"But you'll have all of your friends and you won't have any time for me," he cried while burying his head into my shoulder. "Do you really think that Scotty? I will never forget you. And I don't think that a lot of people will want to be friends with girl who likes to wear jeans instead of skirts and dresses," I exclaimed laughing a bit. I could feel a smile start to come to Scotty's face.

"And who will teach you to play baseball," I asked. "I want Bill to teach me Tam. You don't mind do you," he asked looking worriedly towards my face. I smiled. I understood him wanting to bond with Bill by having him teach him baseball. "I understand Scotty," I replied softly looking up at the ceiling with a smile on my face. Scotty smiled and hugged me. "I can always depend on you Tam! Wanna play with my new toys," he asked while looking up hopefully at my face. "Of course I do! You bring them out," I said while getting up and pulling Scotty with me.

Scotty and I played with his new toys until dawn came and mom told us to start getting ready for bed. I went to wash up in the bathroom while Scotty put on his pajamas in our room. While I was in the shower I started to wonder about some things. I was a little worried about Scotty. He never really had a lot of friends at our last town and it doesn't help that we're in different grades.

I was in sixth and Scotty was in fifth. I was the more outgoing sibling between the two of us. I could only hope that he would be himself and make some new friends. I turned off the water and got out. I changed into my shorts and t-shirt, brushed my teeth and washed my face ready for bed.

When I walked out of the bathroom I saw Scotty peeking into Bill's trophy room. I walked closer curious on what he was up to. His head came out of the room with a muttered sorry. He turned towards me and my curious face and blushed, probably embarrassed he got caught. He went into the room and I followed him. He sat on the bed in his pajamas and chocolate milk and said "I asked him if he could teach me how to throw." He still had a slight blush on his face and I smirked.

We both settled down in our beds and wished each other a good night. Well, I thought to myself maybe this isn't going to be so bad. I turned on my side drifting off to a peaceful sleep with baseball and a black haired dark eyed boy.