I had just finished my last piece of my amazingly delicious omelet when the doorbell rang, I sighed, knowing mom and the step loser were both too lazy to get the door, and ran to it.
"You must be the mo-" I started, but stopped as I saw who I had just opened the door to... Jay. "Wait, this is the job you were talking about?"
He just laughed, turning around and shouting, "Hey Lex, guess who's house this is!"
Alex peaked from the side of the moving truck, smirking at me and nodding her head at me. I smiled automatically, but fake coughed, hiding it.
"What a coincidence," I told Jay, smirking at his own.
"Definitely, so where do we put all the shit?" he asked a little too loudly.
I gasped, hitting his arm, "You idiot, shut up, my step-dad's a pastor."
He laughed, putting his hands up in surrender. "SORRY!"
"Emma, who's that?" my mom called from the living room as Jay walked out
"Movers!" I looked over at Alex, who was looking at me the entire way up to my steps with boxes in her arms.
"Where do we put this?" she asked setting it on her knee.
"Uhm, my room, I'll show you where…" I said hesitantly, turning around and walking towards my door, down the stairs, and into my room.
"Nice room," I heard Alex say as she followed me on to the last step.
I turned towards her, smiling, "Thanks.." I realized we were both staring at each other and looked away, fidgeting with my hands. "Uhm, you can put the boxes in the corner, I'll go help."
She put her hand on my shoulder, stopping me, "Hey Nelson, we're here to move your stuff for you, don't stress, we're getting paid to do this."
"Yeah Nelson, don't stress," Jay said, mimicking Alex.
I took a deep breath and nodded, "Kay.." and for some reason, I watched Alex walk the whole way up the stairs, watching as her body swayed left to right, and then the most embarrassing thing happened, she turned and looked at me, winked and walked away.
I slapped my palm against my forehead, feeling like an idiot and leaned against the post on the stairs.
A couple of minutes later they were done, and I was relieved; My parents paid them and they left, now knowing where everything was in my house. MY house, God… I waved at them as they drove off, and closed the door quickly. School was going to be interesting…