Teenage Memories

"Can you just promise me one thing?" he asks looking down at me with wonder filled eyes. "What?" I ask still looking up at him curious as to what he might wanna know. "This time, can you stay?"


2. Nice To Meet You

It didn't take me long to find my way back home. I just retraced my steps and was home within 30 minutes. Great, that just means I get to unpack more crap. I rolled my eyes as I walked in the house. Making my way around all the boxes and furniture, I trudged upstairs to my room threw my bags in the pile of clothes I had sorted through, before I left, along with my purse.

I stood in the middle of my room looking around me at all the furniture and cluttered boxes before forcing myself to finish it all. I would much rather be working till three in the morning than to take a few days to unpack and get settled in. Hell, my mom practically had the whole house unpacked and we just got all of our stuff this morning. Knowing her though, she has been busy nonstop since then and working twice as hard when I was gone. That's about the only thing we have in common though. We both hate to waste time unpacking over a period of days when it could easily all be done within a day or two. Three at the most.

As the time passed, the boxes piled and my muscles, once again, were pushed to the max as I moved my furniture the way i wanted it. My bed was the hardest because there is literally a ledge  for it to go up on that you have to walk up two small stairs to get onto. Luckily my bed was the perfect size to fit up on it.

When I had finally finished unpacking al of my stuff except my makeup, hair products, bathroom products and random crap that goes around the room, I let out a huge sigh of relief. Now all I had to do was unpack the last two boxes filled with all my beauty supplies and then the other with my things like posters and random little knick-knacks but first I need to go outside and take a breather. I wanna see what the sky looks like in Australia at 1:30 at night anyways.

I walked downstairs towards the back porch. As I walked past my moms rooms, I noticed she was passed out across her bed with the light on and a bunch of her things surrounding her. I turned her lights off before exiting the house and onto the back porch. Walking out, I noticed that this deck would need a lot of work for it to be considered safe. There was railing along all sides but there was a small section of about 10 feet or so that was missing railing and someone could easily walk right off.

I chuckled to myself at the thought and went and sat on the edge letting my short little legs dangle off as I leaned back on the palms of my hands and looked up at the sky. To my surprise, it was the same. Every time we move, i hope that the sky will look different- but it never does. It's always the same because she moves to the same type of places. Big cities with a ton of lights that make it impossible to enjoy a night under the stars. One day I will lay under the stars and observe how beautiful they really are. Until then I guess I have to settle for a giant sheet of black with a few stars peeking through and a moon. Boring as can be but you get what you get. That's what my grandma always told me before she died. 'You get what you get and you don't throw a fit.' 

Knowing this was gonna be the same old boring routine, I got up from where I was seated and turned to walk inside but stopped when i heard the neighbors back door open. I looked over and saw the blonde guy with his hands dug deep into his pockets looking up at the nights sky. I thought I was the only one who did that?

I stood there watching him like a complete idiot but I don't care. There s just something about this guy that has be so intrigued and I have only ever said two words to him? The only thing that comes to mind when I have seen him are questions. What makes him seem so quiet? What's his background story? What makes him him? What is he like? Whats his name? All questions I will never have answers to. I turned to go back into my house when I heard the blonde guy call out to me. 

"Hello?" he called out making me turn back around again.

When I looked over at him, again, he was staring straight at me with his piercing blue eyes. I couldn't say anything so I stood there giving him an awkward wave. He turned and walked down his porch stairs and over into my yard and up my stairs onto my porch.

"Umm, I just wanted to come and introduce myself, I'm Luke- Luke Hemmings." he said holding his hand out for me to shake.

My eyes got wide and I looked down at his hand then back up at his face really quickly before it processed in my mind that I should probably shake his hand. I held my hand out for him to shake and when he shook it, I felt the strength he had in his arm. He leg go of my hand and stuck his hand back in his pocket then looked at me awkwardly obviously waiting for me to reply.

"Oh- umm, my name is Kara- Kara Maddings…" I mumbled looking down at my fiddling hands.

"I umm, I saw you earlier today-"


"I, umm, sorry about running into you earlier."

"No, it's okay. It was my fault-"

"I should have been paying attention though. I tend to not pay attention sometimes-"

"Oh, it's okay. I know exactly how you feel," I chuckled. 

For the first time in a long time, I was talking to someone and it wasn't one of my walls.

"Well, I am sorry for just coming over and intruding- I just wanted to introduce myself because I didn't get a chance earlier but- umm- if you wanna hang out sometime, me and the guys from earlier are having a band practice tomorrow afternoon?"

"Umm, yeah, what time?"

"Is 2 okay?"

"Yeah," I smiled.

"Okay, see you then!" he smiled to me before turning and heading back towards his house.

I stand there completely shocked that someone had talked to me but completely happy about it- Oh my god… I learned his name, Luke! That was one of the questions I had thought of- Holy crap… Maybe moving here wasn't such a bad thing. I mean, Luke and I aren't friends but he did seem to wanna talk to me- or was it just something his friends told him to do?

I sigh to myself and the smile fades away as I realize that he is probably just talking to me because his friends made him. I cross my arms and head back into my house but not before catching a glimpse of Luke. To my surprise he is looking at me smiling. Blushing I rush inside and into my room. Maybe, even if he is only talking to me because of his friends, him and I could be friends in some way.

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