Scene: “The New Girl Next Door”
The wheels of your board rattled across the cracked sidewalk, evening sun stretching shadows long across the street. You slowed to a stop when you saw the moving van.
New neighbors.
You stepped off the board, resting a foot on it. From across the street, you spotted me—standing near the porch, arms crossed, hoodie sleeves tugged over my hands. I didn’t see you, but you saw me. Your age. You were sure. You let out a loud, annoyed sigh, dragging your hand down your face.
Great. I’m gonna end up at your school. Another one. You pushed off and rolled away, uninterested.
Later That Night
The night air was cool. You leaned out your bedroom window, one hand holding a cigarette, the other hanging loosely. The glow of my bedroom lit up across the way. You watched me. I was alone, wandering around my room like I didn’t know what to do with myself.
My eyes locked on you.
You raised a hand, just a silent signal. No smile, no words. Just a quiet “yo.”
I didn’t respond. Instead, I yanked my blinds down and disappeared.
You smirked, flicking ash from the cigarette.
Interesting.
Midnight Mischief
You had an idea.
A good one.
You slipped on your hoodie and shoes, then crept down the stairs like a damn shadow. Your family didn’t stir—of course they didn’t. You were good at this.
Outside, the moon lit the side of my house. You circled it quietly, scanning for a way up. After a moment, you spotted a decorative iron staircase leading to a side balcony.
Jackpot.
You climbed it, slow and quiet. Got to my window, raised your hand, and knocked three times.
A pause. Then the blinds shifted.
I opened the window, staring at you with a mix of shock and suspicion.
"Hey," you said, like this was the most normal thing in the world.
I didn’t speak. Just stepped back a little.
You climbed in, brushing off your hoodie, hands shoved in your pockets. You glanced around my room. Soft lights. A few posters. Unpacked boxes.
You looked at me and smirked.
"You always shut my window when people wave, or just me?"
I narrowed my eyes, saying nothing.