Me, Myself, and Time

"Ceci, could you come up here and help me unpack your crap please!" my mom yelled to me. I so totally was not in the mood to help her do anything. I never even wanted to move to this stupid place. My dad died eight years ago. When I was seven. It was hard on my mom and me. But, we both have moved on with it. And moving on means moving to a different place every year according to my mother. It sucks. It really does. I should probably tell you my name is Cecielia. I honestly hate that name. I guess my dad did too, since he was the one that started calling me Ceci. It is kind of babyish I guess, but what other name would I be called?

"Mom, I'm not even going to unpack. I know we're just going to move within the next year anyway." I said climbing up the stairs.
"Ceci, it's different this time. I bought a house, I promise this is permanent. I found a steady job and I know it's been hard for you having to move all the time. I'm so sorry sweetie, but this will be great for us." She tried to comfort me.

I knew it was too good to be true, but I played along anyway. "Whatever, I'm going to go find something to do. Call me if you need me." and with that I walked back downstairs and out the door. I was tempted to go right back inside though. I felt like I had just walked right into Hell. Florida had to be the hottest place on this earth. I couldn't even see the sun was so bright. And of course something had to be right in the middle of the sidewalk on which I was walking. I tripped over whatever it was and landed flat on my face.
I could hear some guys laughing and I was embarrassed and furious at the same time.
"What the hell!" I managed to yell with my face still plastered in the grass. Thank God I didn't fall on the sidewalk.

I heard them snickering as they started to walk over to me. I really did not want to even look up. But I did.
"Hah, you alright there, missy?" a deep voice said coming from a tall, thin boy with blonde hair and bright green eyes.I could see the other two boys behind him, another boy that looked just like the boy that had just spoken only like five inches shorter. A mini me. And then the most beautiful boy I had ever seen. He was tall, taller than the other two, with light brown hair and amazing blue eyes. I'm a sucker for blue eyes. I'm even obsessed with mine. I was just sort of laying there all awkwardly not answering as I stared up at the cute one. He smiled and extended his hand as to help me up. I was afraid to touch him, thinking that I might be having a nightmare. Falling flat on my face in front of some hott kid. But I so totally was NOT dreaming. I grabbed his hand and let him pull me up.
"That was quite some fall." he said. I could tell he was trying to hold back his laughter.

Unlike the other two, who were still cracking up.
"Yeah, I guess." I said quietly staring at the ground. As I stood there I realized that I was still holding his hand. I could have just died. So I tried to play it off.
"I'm Ceci" I said kind of shaking his hand that I was still holding.
He laughed, "I'm Chris. And that's David and his brother Jordan."
I really didn't know what to say so I let go of his hand and just stood there looking at the three of them.

"I see you just moved in. If you need any help I live right there" he said pointing to a house across the street.
"Oh and we live here" David said pointing to the house we were in front of. The house also right next to mine.
"Cool. I uh should probably go back inside and help my mom unpack. I'll see you guys later" I said turning around walking back to my house. I felt so dumb. I wanted to move anywhere but here.
About two hours later as I was chilling on the sofa in the living room someone rang the doorbell. 'Now who the crap could that be?' I thought to myself.
When I opened the door I saw Chris standing there. He was kind of awkwardly standing there. And I felt kind of bad. So I invited him in.
"Wow, you guys sure do unpack fast." he said looking around.

"Hah! This is the only room that me and my mom have even unpacked in. The boxes in my room are nowhere near done." I said walking over to the couch.
"Maybe I could uh.. help you?" he said as he smiled. I thought it was the cutest thing ever when he smiled. He was so sweet. And I couldn't help but smile back.
"Sure." I said.

We walked up the stairs and into my room. It was probably the biggest room I had ever had. I even got my own bathroom. The only thing that wasn't in a box was my bed and my dresser. I had about twenty boxes all around the room. He went over to one and opened it. He pulled out an old picture of me and my dad from when I was three.
"Is that your dad?" he asked. I hated when people asked about my dad. I really did.
"Yeah." I said fighting the urge to cry. I really didn't want him to see me cry. I felt like such a baby. He put the picture on my dresser and took out another one. It was one of me and my mom in her class room. She's a teacher.

"And this must be your mom. She's a teacher, I assume?" he said.
"Yup." I laughed. I don't really know why I laughed. I felt like a dork.
"And what about your dad, what does he do?" he asked still holding the picture.
"He died when I was seven" I said looking at the ground.

"Oh I'm so sorry." he said putting the picture back in the box and rushing towards me. He put his arms around me. He smelled really good. And I felt so comfortable in his arms. I didn't know what to do so I just kind of put my head on his shoulder and let him hug me. We stood there for a good two minutes just like that. Until we heard someone clear their throat and we looked up and saw mom standing there.

"Mom, this is uh Chris. He lives across the street" I said trying to sound cool, even though I could feel the heat rushing to my cheeks.

He walked over to my mom and they introduced themselves. It really shocked me. He had great manners. Unlike any other boy that had ever spoken to my mom. It was great and I knew that I was for sure going to like it here.