After I park my bike in my garage, I head inside for dinner. My mother, Father, and Sarah are sitting down and eating. Mm..spaghetti and meatballs. I sit down and attempt to break the silence hovering over the dinner table. "So, um, a new family moved in today." This sparked Sarah's interest. "Into that old house? Wow! No ones lived in there since.." My mom gives Sarah a look that makes her be quiet. I try to ignore it and say: "I agree it is a bit strange, but not many other houses are vacant in this neighborhood." I brush off the thought and think of something else. Garroth. I grin ever so slightly to myself. "I made friends with one of the brothers moving in." My father nods in approval. "Good job, son. It's great for you to finally make some friends! You're always on that silly video game." I groan for the second time today and feel the tips of my ears redden. "Dad, stop it!" I half-yell indignantly. My dad chuckles and goes back to eating. I realize that my bowl is empty. I sigh and get up to put it away. Then I throw on some clean pajamas after showering. I peer out my window, trying to get a better look at Garroth's house. From where I am, I could see him, ruffly blonde hair and all; He was standing in the lawn, hands in his pockets, staring at the stars. I wish I could go down there and enjoy it with him...I brush off the thought and crawl into bed.

Laurence's Dream

In a sunkissed field with scattered trees, I sit with a stranger and feel the breeze. I try to turn and look at him, but I cannot see. I turn towards him. Diamond eyes and crystal-blonde hair. He smiles at me, a charm that will loop forever. Our lips come closer then they ever were before...

I wake up abruptly, sweaty and cold. I smack myself angrily. Laurence! Agh, I can't believe I had a dream about GARROTH! I barely know him and I'm already crushing on him! I sigh and roll out of bed, still half-asleep. I check my clock: 7:45 AM. Good enough. I trot downstairs for breakfast and quickly eat a bowl of cereal. My mom notices that I'm eating quickly and says with concern: "Honey, slow down a bit." I nod, my cheeks stuffed with Cheerios. "Bye mom! Gotta go!" I yell through a mouthful of cereal. I race to the garage and start riding my bike down to Garroth's house. No movers outside today. I walk up to the front door and ring the doorbell. Oh right, my helmet! I quickly unclip my helmet before the dark-haired brother opens the door. He says in a deep, monotone voice: "Yeah?" I clear my throat and say friendly-like: "Hi, I'm Laurence. I was wondering if Garroth would want to come to the park with me today?" The boy scoffs. "The park? What a loser. I'm Zane, by the way. Don't mess with me. Garroth will be out in a minute." He slams the door in my face. Well, he's not very pleasant. Maybe the third brother will be nicer, once I get the chance to meet him. The door opens again and Garroth appears, with rosy cheeks and ruffled hair. "So, where is this park you speak of?" He says jokingly. I laugh at his impression of an adventurer. Is that what he was going for? How can I tell? STOP BLUSHING! "Its right over there! Shall we?" I say. Garroth nods, playing along happily. "We shall." Together we walked to the park. His hand skims over mine, but he doesn't seem to notice. As we near the park, Garroth yells: "Race ya!" I sigh and laugh. "Aw, come on! You got a head start!" My feet hit the turf surrounding the playground hard, I'm running fast. "Garroth?" Where did he run off to? I near the monkey bars and Garroth's head pops up in front of me, upside down. "Boo!" He says loudly. I jump and start laughing. "Garroth! You scared me!" He laughs with me and pats my back. "Nothing like a good scare!" He chuckles. I ruffle his hair and say:"I brought sandwiches and chips. Want some?" He would nod excitedly. "I'm starved!" He grabs a sandwich and props himself on top of the monkey bars. I do the same and join him. I take a bite of my sandwich. "So, do you like it here?" I ask. He would nod, a piece of sandwich in his mouth. "Its even better to have an instant friend!" He smiles at me and I smile back. Maybe the dream I had was a sign...Nevertheless, it was a good sign.