Chapter 2
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After the plane landed my Aunt, Serena and I had spent a long amount of time searching for all our luggage plus getting the U-Haul ready to transfer our stuff to the house and then, going through the long process of picking the two cars up that were sent over along with all of our other belongings from Pennsylvania. What a big freakin' ordeal that all was. It put my cousin in a worse mood than she already was. My aunt was all stressed out as well. Honestly, the only thing I wanted to do was get everything in the house and then plop down on my bed and not wake up till the next day… but I knew that wasn't going to happen.
Finally, everything was ready to go. Serena and I hopped in my little 1986 red Corvette to get ready to follow my aunt and U-haul to our new home in Clark County.
"Does mom even know where she's going?" Serena asked as she pushed the seat back to lie down. "Um, let's hope so! I lent her my GPS…she better be using it."
I opened the windows to let the fresh air whip through my long brown hair. The smell of the air was fresh and a little dry. I loved this weather and the warmth. I liked the warmth a lot better than the cold. "I think I'll sleep with my bedroom windows open tonight. I'm not putting my AC window unit in tonight. That thing is heavy as shit, besides it's probably going to be a nice night." Serena turned her head and gave me a fake smile and put her thumb up to me. She was so pleasant. After driving for a half hour we made a right into a nice, quaint, and what it seemed to be, quiet neighborhood. All of the houses were small two story homes with all tan siding and small backyards that were all fenced in. Well that's a good thing if someone has a pet.
"Are you gonna stop! JESUS CHRIST!" Serena screamed and I hit on the brakes hard. I was so enthralled in the houses and neighborhood that I didn't know the U-haul had stopped in front me. "What the fuck!"
"Yeah, we're at the house Brooke. Good job." She said as she quickly got out of the car and started for the front door. I put the car in reverse and then parked beside the curb behind the U-Haul. I got out of the car and walked up the small driveway to my aunt's big old van.
"This house is nice, isn't it?" She wiped the sweat off her brow. It wasn't even that hot out and she was having a hot flash already. It was her age. My aunt was 60 years old but looked like she was 50. "Wow, two garage doors. You can fit all your junk in there." I said smiling up at her. "It's not junk!" She stuck her tongue out at me and we walked up to the front door to unlock it. Inside the house was a small living room to the right, a coat closet to the left, right as you walked in. We walked straight ahead and there was a kitchen and to the left was the stairs to the second floor. It wasn't a bad size for us. My aunt walked back outside to talk with the two chubby U-Haul guys that were unloading out things on the front lawn; in the meantime I made my way up the stairs to check out upstairs. Straight ahead as you walk upstairs was one bedroom. This can be Serena's room. I thought as I noticed it was quite small. I walked a few feet down the hall and noticed a good size bathroom with a nice shower. Then, across from the bathroom was a room a tad bigger than Serena's. Then, the last room straight down the hall would be my room. It would be nice and spacious for all my bedroom furniture. I've had the same furniture since I was about 5 years old. My mother and father bought it for me when we used to be a happy family. It's an expensive dark wood, Ethan Allen set; I was spoiled as a young child, I will admit. My mattress was about 13 years old too. I finally walked into the bedroom after observing it for about 5 minutes. I walked over to one of two windows in my bedroom and I opened it to air out my bedroom. It faced the street and I lifted up the scream as well to stick my head out to look down at my aunt, cousin, the two chubby U-haul guys and… another man? Who's this character? I thought as I leaned my head out farther to get a good look at him, or at least try. As I leaned out I remember my shirt was not too supportive or appropriate to be moving heavy things and bending down and what not. At this point in time, I didn't care too much about my cleavage, smiling to the whole neighborhood. I was trying to get a good look at this new guy in my front lawn picking up heaving table and chairs like it was nothing. He had on a black wife beater and dirty khakis. He had what it looked to be like a manly, construction guy's fanny pack that had tools inside the pockets. His dark hair was slicked back and his arms were very nice. He probably lifts quite often. As I was still hanging out the window like an idiot, all of the sudden the man's head jerked up to look straight at me. I quickly pulled myself back in and ducked down under the window. Did he know I had been looking at him the whole time? How long was I staring?
"Brooke! Get down here and help us carrying the stuff in!" My aunt yelled from down on the front lawn. Shit, now I have to come face to face with that guy.