Alex was to be my neighbour for the months of April and May, and I was pretty damn excited. He was a boarder at my school and he loved it, but a fire had burnt down boys' boarding and everybody had had to find someone in Winnipeg to live with for the two months. His family lived in India, so he moved in with a family friend across the street from me. We knew each other fairly well, but were not friends. We both sang in our school's talent show, and had exchanged a few words, but other than that we didn't associate. We were both seniors, but we travelled in completely different circles.
As exciting as the fact that an actual teenager would be living on my street was, that wasn't what made me really happy. Alex was HOT. He was shorter than me and still had a mouth of braces, but he had flawless brown skin, thick black hair, deep brown eyes, big, smooth hands and beautiful full lips. His muscles were surprisingly prominent for his height, and he had a singing voice that made my knees go weak. I saw him at school, and ran up to him and tapped him on the shoulder without thinking. Shit, I thought to myself. What do I say now? Oh god, he's turning around. Don't be stupid. Say something!
"Hey, I heard you're moving across the street from me." I kicked myself. That didn't sound creepy at all! He smiled. I knew he was only smiling, though, because he was running for class president and he needed to be nice to everyone to get their votes. He was probably scared of me now.
"Really? How do you know?"
"Julie told me. She's my neighbour." Julie was his family friend, and she had been bursting at the seams when she told me about this single, teenage boy moving in. She didn't approve of my current boyfriend, Quin, especially after I told her about him being a jerk to me. Alex smiled even wider. Or, I guess, his smile turned genuine.
"Cool! I'm glad I'll have someone to talk to while I'm there."
"For sure," I said. I put my hand comfortingly on his arm, subtly feeling his muscles. "And I know you're probably feeling down about this whole situation. If you need someone to talk to, don't be afraid to come to me." He nodded.
"Thanks. I really appreciate that."
"No problem. See you later," I said, walking away. That wasn't too bad, I thought. He didn't seem really creeped out. He came home on the school bus that Friday. We didn't really talk, instead he spent most his time talking to Matthew Zhao. My bus ride, like most, was spent with my headphones in my ears. The only words we exchanged was my agreement to tell him when to get off, which wasn't too hard considering I'm one of the last ones left on the bus. We got off; I pointed out my house to him and crossed the street.
That weekend, I had no homework except a few questions on a French worksheet our teacher gave us as busywork. I finished early and was all set to relax. Suddenly I heard a knock at my door while my parents were out for the day. I opened the door, still in my pyjamas, and he grinned at me. I bit my lip, suddenly very aware I wasn't wearing underwear. My breasts were bouncing freely in my oversized camp T-shirt, and my red monkey boxers were daringly short and loose. He looked me up and down and winked, causing my heart to beat even faster.
"Nice PJs," he said. I rolled my eyes.
"Thank you, Alex. Can I help you?"
"I was wondering if you'd like to come over," he suggested. "I'm going to be living here for the next two months, we should chill. Besides, Julie really wants to see you. She said she wants to talk to you." I laughed, knowing exactly what she wanted to say.
"Sure, I'll be right there. Just give me about five minutes to change."
"OK," he said. "See ya."
After closing the door, I hurried to my room. Sexy, but not slutty, I thought to myself. I ended up wearing my grey bra with a flimsy blue t-shirt, plain green underwear and short jean shorts. I shaved my legs without getting in the shower, and after brushing my hair and teeth I quickly applied mascara and lip gloss. Unsatisfied with my insane curls, I pulled them in to a ponytail on the right side of my head. I slipped in to my flip flops, feeling confident with my blue painted toenails, and hurried across the street. Julie answered the door before I could knock.
"Hey Cara! How are you?" She was bright and cheerful. I laughed to myself.
"I'm alright. Is Alex there?" I tried not to make myself sound too eager, and I had to keep myself from jumping on Alex as he walked down the stairs.
"Hey," he called out. He looked so sexy. He was wearing a navy blue t-shirt that emphasized all the right things, and light blue shorts similar to those I'd seen him wearing after hours at school. His hair was a little messy. Julie saw me ogling him and winked at me.
"I'll leave you two alone," she hinted, quite unsubtly. "Go have fun. I'll be down here if you need me." I'm pretty sure I saw Alex glare at her, but he quickly regained his nonchalant, sexy composure and gestured up the stairs.
"Come on up," he invited. I stepped out my flip flops and hurried up the stairs. We went straight to his room, he closed the door and I gaped. Not at the massive space, not even at the navy blue covered double bed. There was a giant hole in his wall, and on the other side was a bathroom. He saw me looking and laughed.
"I know. It's insane. But it's nice. "
"Not much privacy," I commented. He laughed.
"The toilet and the shower are out of view. And actually, if you don't mind, I'm going to use those facilities right now."
"Sure," I responded, sitting on his bed. He disappeared out of sight, and I heard him peeing. Then he flushed, and walked over to the counter to wash his hands. While he was there, I watched him put on deodorant, a tiny bit of cologne and spritz some breath spray in to his mouth. I laughed, and he turned around and faked a wink. I blew him a kiss in response. He sat down beside me, surprisingly close. I could smell his now delicious scent, and it was turning me on. I couldn't believe that this boy that I had only just started talking to was within kissing distance from me. I took a deep, silent breath and started talking.
"So how do you like living in a house?" He laughed.
"It's different. I miss boarding, but I like it here. It's weird having a room to myself." I nodded.
"I know what you mean. I go to a summer camp where you spend 3 weeks in a cabin with 7 other girls. I cry every year when I leave. I remember one year I cried solely because I was so lonely in my room." He smiled and scooted even closer to me. I breathed in again, inhaling his sweet scent. I decided to try something. I touched his wrist with my fingertips and started talking again. He glanced down, but looked right back up.
