The
boys
next
door
Chapter
Two
"Can I go out for a
bit before it gets dark?"
I said, taking a bite of my tomato sandwhich.
"Sure honey, but don't get lost, please." My mom
was already cleaning the
spotless marble kitchen. It was her stainless steel
sanctuary.
That's why we moved out here to Cali, she got a job in the
culinary field.
I hooked the car key around my pinky and laughed, "I
won't."
I had just turned 16 about 6 months ago; so I was as eager as any
teen to get on the road.
I was walking slowly to the car when a football flew past my
face, a mere inch from my cheek. "What the!" I yelled.
I spun around and a cute boy was already jogging into my yard. He
picked up the ball and came loping back over to me.
"I'm Josh, sorry about that." We shook hands and
his brilliantly white smile burned my retinas. I blinked.
"Camille." I said. He cocked his head to the right.
"I'm Camille, I mean."
"Oh, alright cool. See ya around neighbor." He flipped
his blonde brown hair and jogged off to an equally large house
next to mine where he tossed the ball to a short, tan boy.
I shook my head to clear it and got in the car and then set the
GPS to a gelato stand we'd passed on our way here.
All I could think about was how beautiful that boy was.
.
Another short story by
swimmyshark
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