Thanks to You
Chapter 3
"Hi" I said my breath catching in my throat
"Hey! I saw you moving in next door and just wanted to say welcome to the neighborhood! It should be great having someone my age around here!" He said with a smile. Damn, were his teeth white. I looked him up and down. He was wearing a blink-182 shirt and denim jeans. He blushed as he noticed me staring at him. His eyes even sparkled a little bit. Those eyes looked like fine wine. My mouth was wide open.
We stood in silence for a little while. I took this time to get my mind straight . I guess I had zoned out because I was interrupted by his voice.
"So um what's your name?" He asked looking down at his sneakers. Probably embarrassed.
"Oh um tianna" I replied back shaking the thoughts that this was all a dream and this wasn't real. I mean how is it possible.
"My names rian" he said extending his hand for me to shake it. I grabbed it instantly, maybe a little to eagerly because he laughed and said that I must have been excited to meet him.
I thought "way to blow it tianna now he knows you're a fan and he won't talk to you ever again." I had to stay calm and not go crazy. I didn't need to scare him away.
"Do you want to come in?" I asked him, praying he would say yes. Hoping he didn't realize that I was an eager fan that had been dying to meet him and the rest of the band.
"Yeah, that would be great" he smiled at me; I smiled right back. He thought I was normal. I breathed a sigh of relief.
He entered the house and closed the door behind him. He rotated taking in the features of my house. The long staircase. Hallways filled with pictures and the wood floor we were standing on.
"Tianna! Who was at the-" my mom yelled walking towards the hallway rian and I were standing in. She cut off her sentence when she saw him standing next to me.
"Mmmm you look familiar." She said pursing her lips trying to think who the mystery boy was to her. She stood there tapping her tori burch brown flats for about two minutes.
"Well mrs.....?" He said asking for a last name
"Oh sweetie just call me Linda" my mom replied. I rolled my eyes at her.
"Well me and my pals are in a band and we have gained a lot of popularity over the past year. Maybe you've seen a picture of us somewhere." He stated. My body shoke. He's going to find out that I'm a fan oh my god he's never going to talk to me ever again. My mind was running a mile a minute.
"Oh! Tianna loves bands! You guys can talk about that!" My mom suggested. I gave her my "leave us be please" look and she backed away into the kitchen probably to cook dinner or pay some bills.
"Nice meeting you??? What's your name again?" She wondered
"Rian." He replied
" well you're welcome to stay for dinner!" My mom shouted as she entered the kitchen.
He turned to face me and winked at me. I decided that I was finally hungry.
"Follow me to the basement rian" I told him waving my arms in the direction of the basement. He giggled and followed me.
We descended down the carpeted stairs and into the basement. We had our new furniture shipped so when we got here everything would be ready.
Our basement was painted red and in one corner we had a bar lined with an assortment of drinks. Our sitting area had two suede couches that faced a 75" TV. My feet were tickled by the white carpet underneath my feet. I walked over to the bar and pulled out two cokes throwing one to rian. I continued to walk to the mini fridge and grab a carton of ice cream, strawberry of course. I also grabbed two spoons to share.
We sat on the couch facing each other digging into the ice cream.
"So, rian what grade are you going into. If you are in high school" I questioned pretending to not know how old he was.
Laughing he said he was going to be a senior and that he was 18. He looked above my head at the pictures of me when I was a young kid. He chuckled at them and I playfully slapped him in the arm.
"What about you?" He questioned back
"Same as you. I'm going to be a senior but I will be 18 in about 4 months." Sucking back my breath waiting for a reaction.
"Aww you're so young!" He said ruffling my hair while laughing at me. I couldn't help but laugh.
"GUYS COME UP FOR DINNER!" My mom shouted. I put the ice cream back and we hurried upstairs racing each other the the kitchen.
When we were done he wanted a tour of the house.
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We were finished the tour upstairs and I was planning on not showing him my room. Mainly because I had all time low posters hanging everywhere. He stood in the guest room and rian had finished looking around in under a minute. I couldn't blame him it was nothing to look at. Just a few white walls, a mirror, a empty closet, and a bed with brown sheets.
We stepped into the hallway and he spotted the one room we hasn't been in, my room. He walked over and I stepped in front of him. He crossed his arms.
"Who's room is this?" He asked
"Mine" I said shyly suddenly becoming self conscience.
"Let me see! I want to know who you are! Rooms reflect personalitys ya know!" He smirked at me and picked me up and placed me behind him. His hand reached for the door handle and time slowed down. I was going to lose the first friend I made here. He's going to think I'm some stalker fan. The noise of the handle turning kept reverberating in my mind. The click of the door opening. The fast beating of my heart. I have concludes that he is going to hate me.
"Hey! I saw you moving in next door and just wanted to say welcome to the neighborhood! It should be great having someone my age around here!" He said with a smile. Damn, were his teeth white. I looked him up and down. He was wearing a blink-182 shirt and denim jeans. He blushed as he noticed me staring at him. His eyes even sparkled a little bit. Those eyes looked like fine wine. My mouth was wide open.
We stood in silence for a little while. I took this time to get my mind straight . I guess I had zoned out because I was interrupted by his voice.
"So um what's your name?" He asked looking down at his sneakers. Probably embarrassed.
"Oh um tianna" I replied back shaking the thoughts that this was all a dream and this wasn't real. I mean how is it possible.
"My names rian" he said extending his hand for me to shake it. I grabbed it instantly, maybe a little to eagerly because he laughed and said that I must have been excited to meet him.
I thought "way to blow it tianna now he knows you're a fan and he won't talk to you ever again." I had to stay calm and not go crazy. I didn't need to scare him away.
"Do you want to come in?" I asked him, praying he would say yes. Hoping he didn't realize that I was an eager fan that had been dying to meet him and the rest of the band.
"Yeah, that would be great" he smiled at me; I smiled right back. He thought I was normal. I breathed a sigh of relief.
He entered the house and closed the door behind him. He rotated taking in the features of my house. The long staircase. Hallways filled with pictures and the wood floor we were standing on.
"Tianna! Who was at the-" my mom yelled walking towards the hallway rian and I were standing in. She cut off her sentence when she saw him standing next to me.
"Mmmm you look familiar." She said pursing her lips trying to think who the mystery boy was to her. She stood there tapping her tori burch brown flats for about two minutes.
"Well mrs.....?" He said asking for a last name
"Oh sweetie just call me Linda" my mom replied. I rolled my eyes at her.
"Well me and my pals are in a band and we have gained a lot of popularity over the past year. Maybe you've seen a picture of us somewhere." He stated. My body shoke. He's going to find out that I'm a fan oh my god he's never going to talk to me ever again. My mind was running a mile a minute.
"Oh! Tianna loves bands! You guys can talk about that!" My mom suggested. I gave her my "leave us be please" look and she backed away into the kitchen probably to cook dinner or pay some bills.
"Nice meeting you??? What's your name again?" She wondered
"Rian." He replied
" well you're welcome to stay for dinner!" My mom shouted as she entered the kitchen.
He turned to face me and winked at me. I decided that I was finally hungry.
"Follow me to the basement rian" I told him waving my arms in the direction of the basement. He giggled and followed me.
We descended down the carpeted stairs and into the basement. We had our new furniture shipped so when we got here everything would be ready.
Our basement was painted red and in one corner we had a bar lined with an assortment of drinks. Our sitting area had two suede couches that faced a 75" TV. My feet were tickled by the white carpet underneath my feet. I walked over to the bar and pulled out two cokes throwing one to rian. I continued to walk to the mini fridge and grab a carton of ice cream, strawberry of course. I also grabbed two spoons to share.
We sat on the couch facing each other digging into the ice cream.
"So, rian what grade are you going into. If you are in high school" I questioned pretending to not know how old he was.
Laughing he said he was going to be a senior and that he was 18. He looked above my head at the pictures of me when I was a young kid. He chuckled at them and I playfully slapped him in the arm.
"What about you?" He questioned back
"Same as you. I'm going to be a senior but I will be 18 in about 4 months." Sucking back my breath waiting for a reaction.
"Aww you're so young!" He said ruffling my hair while laughing at me. I couldn't help but laugh.
"GUYS COME UP FOR DINNER!" My mom shouted. I put the ice cream back and we hurried upstairs racing each other the the kitchen.
When we were done he wanted a tour of the house.
---
We were finished the tour upstairs and I was planning on not showing him my room. Mainly because I had all time low posters hanging everywhere. He stood in the guest room and rian had finished looking around in under a minute. I couldn't blame him it was nothing to look at. Just a few white walls, a mirror, a empty closet, and a bed with brown sheets.
We stepped into the hallway and he spotted the one room we hasn't been in, my room. He walked over and I stepped in front of him. He crossed his arms.
"Who's room is this?" He asked
"Mine" I said shyly suddenly becoming self conscience.
"Let me see! I want to know who you are! Rooms reflect personalitys ya know!" He smirked at me and picked me up and placed me behind him. His hand reached for the door handle and time slowed down. I was going to lose the first friend I made here. He's going to think I'm some stalker fan. The noise of the handle turning kept reverberating in my mind. The click of the door opening. The fast beating of my heart. I have concludes that he is going to hate me.
Thank you:)
11/6/13