Alright one more chapter and then you can meet the kids across the street. Sorry if the Chapters are a little short, they'll get longer later on. R&R
Chapter 2
Connor woke up the next morning and wondered why he hadn't changed into his pajamas and why his bed was still made underneath him. The events of the previous evening were not in his mind at the time and he got up and changed clothes. He checked his clock as he pulled on a T-shirt, it read 7:30 am. His mom probably wasn't up yet so he went downstairs to the kitchen and poured himself a bowl of cereal. As he ate he wondered again why he hadn't changed into his pajamas last night and then the events came back in one huge wave. That kid! He leaped out of his chair and dumped the bowl of cereal on the floor but left it and raced up the stairs to leap onto his mom's bed and begin yelling at the top of his lungs. His mom came around quickly after that. "Connor what the hell are you doing?" his mom said knocking him off of her. "Mom! We have to go meet the new neighbors remember? They have that kid and I wanted to meet him." His mom laughed. "Connor I know you're excited about this but no living soul on the block is actually awake now. We will go in the afternoon. I promise." Connor nodded. "Alright then," he said "I guess I better go clean up downstairs." His mom looked at him. "I don't even want to know," she said as she turned away. Connor smiled and hurried down the stairs to clean up his cereal that still covered the floor of the kitchen.
After he finished which took him only about five minutes he decided he might as well go outside and disturb the peace of the morning. He grabbed his basketball from the closet by the door and yelled to his mom that he was going outside. When he got out he felt like nothing could go wrong. The day was beautiful: dew on the grass, morning shadows, birds chirping, and that quiet air. To bad it wouldn't last. His ball thudded over and over on the ground as he dribbled rapidly through his legs, behind his back, and around his body. He started his shooting and then went into making actual plays. He got to about ten different plays before the neighbor next door walked outside and told him to stop making noise so he grabbed his bike and went around the block a couple times.
By the time he got home it was only nine in the morning and he was dying to go across the street. He went on his computer for a while, ate lunch, and then decided he might as well wait outside with some more basketball. As he played questions flew in his mind. He'd seen both of the boys across the street the day before. The older one seemed like he could be a bit of a jerk but maybe he had just been playing around. He was excited. From what he could tell, as long as the older one was nice, they'd be cool people to know as he entered high school. He hoped that the younger one played basket ball. It would be cool if they were both able to play together. He jumped and shot an easy three-pointer. He let himself fall on to the grass by his driveway and called a fake penalty. Taking his free-throws, he caught a glimpse of movement across the street and his ball missed the basket by a foot. He hit himself softly in the head and told himself to concentrate. He glanced across the street and saw the glimpse flash of face and then the curtain closed. Connor had a feeling that it hadn't been the older boy. He tried to concentrate on the game but having the feeling of being watched was a bit distracting. He doubted the kid had went back to the window but it was weird not knowing how long he had played without noticing the kid. He decided that he was done and headed inside. He had played for about an hour anyway. As he walked inside his mom said she was ready to go. He was sweaty and tired so he splashed some water on his face to cool down and hurried to put his ball away so they could go.