new neighbors have moved in next door and they have a daughter, taylor, whose only maybe a year or two older than you. she’s a pretty blonde, the type you see in movies. she would never look your way though.

she often likes to tan in her swimsuit in the backyard, resting on a hammock. luckily for you, you have a good view from your window. you’ve always felt guilty about it but can’t help it.

one day her and her family are out in their driveway. your parents are talking to hers, and you decide to muster up the courage to talk to her. she’s sitting on the front of their sports car, in a short skirt and typing on her flip phone.

you clear your throat a bit, walking up to her, “uh, hi!! taylor, right?”

she looks up, rolling her eyes and looking you up and down, “you the one watching from the windows?” she asks bluntly, catching you off guard and also guilty.