Miami didn't look so bad. It seemed to be how I pictured it. Malls, beaches, parties, and lots of gorgeous girls. Shit, it feels good here.
I don't think this move will be so bad after all. Maybe I'm gonna like it here.
Finally, we got to our new house. It was two stories high and looked pretty fancy.
"Here we are," said Mom.
As I got out of the car, I started helping my parents and the moving men move the stuff into our new house.
"Austin, which room do you want?" asked Dad.
There were only three rooms. One room at the bottom and two upstairs.
"I'll take upstairs," I answered.
The room on the left looked a bit too small. The other room on the right had a bathroom in there. I'll take the right room.
My room looked big enough for me. I started putting up my stuff. Everything seems all set now. I got my bed, my computer desk, my closet, everything.
I took a glimpse out of my window. A view of my next neighbor's backyard was showing. At least they got a pool.
Then, right across from my window there was the next neighbor's window.
A girl about my age walked in. It looks like it was her bathroom. She leaned over towards the tub and turned it on.
She took her shirt off. Oh, shitz Not again! I always get like this. Now she took her pants over and put her hair up. I licked my lips and my hand gripped the edge of my wall tightly.
Her back turned to me and she removed her bra and her panties. Finally, some Miami beach bodies. She going to turn around.
"Austin!" yelled Mom. I looked back. "Come outside real quick!"
I turned back to my window and she was already gone. Fuck! This was the first naked babe I was going to see in my new home. Whatever Mom wanted better be worth it.
As I walked downstairs and outside, the men were still moving everything in here.
"Yeah, Mom," I said.
"Sweetheart, just to make you feel a little happy about our new home," she smiled. "We bought you something."
A 1973 Corvair was in our driveway. I gasped, "Is that for me?"
"Do you like it, bud?" asked Dad.
"I love it. This is the best present ever."
"I want you to take care of this car, Austin. You hear me?"
"I do."
Well I got a new car. Dad and Mom made me feel a lot better for being here now.
My room was now in organized. My clothes are hanging, I got a great view, and I feel at home. In my closet, I hide my secret little black book. It contains all of my many women. No one must ever read it.
During dinner, Mom made spaghetti with little hotdogs. Our first dinner in the new house was a bit quiet and awkward.
"So?" I finally said. "The house looks great."
"Yep, it does," said Dad. "Miami seems to be a very pretty city. I hope the neighbors aren't assholes."
"Mike," said Mom.
"What? Our neighbors didn't like us back in Kendall."
"Because during their barbecue, we caught their house on fire."
"Just the kitchen."
"And when we said we would look after their cats, one of them died and the other one ate him."
"They could get another one."
I couldn't help but laugh.
"You know what?" said Mom. "We will enjoy it here like a regular family."
"Could we have moved earlier?" I asked. "I did not want to be the new kid."
"Austin, what is wrong with being the new kid?" asked Dad.
"You know? Everybody's going to suffocate you and won't leave you alone for the rest of the day."
"It's because they want to know you," said Mom.
"Mother, I appreciate you trying to make me feel better, but you know I'm not."
"It's going to be fine, honey. Just have faith in yourself."
It was time for me to go to bed. Beep! My phone started ringing.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Austin Moon, how come you didn't tell me that you moved to Miami?!" yelled Raquel. She was the last girl I ever slept with in Kendall.
"Raquel, baby, I was gonna tell you."
"Why didn't you?"
"I was going to call you but—"
"I can't believe I call you my boyfriend."
"Boyfriend? Raquel, I'm not that type of guy."
"But we had sex so many times. We had it in the locker room and in my car."
"It was just sex. Not any relationship things like that."
"You are a jerk!" She hung up the phone.
Geez, what's her problem? I never wanted a romantic relationship. I'm a physical type of guy.