Running a hand through
my messy hair, feeling exasperated, I dropped my journal on
my bed.
"Avery!"
My mom was calling me.
I ran down the stairs, tripping a little.
She huffed, dropping a brown paper shopping bag on the island
counter with great effort. "Can you go unload some
groceries for me?"
"Sure."
"Don't forget to close the trunk!"
"Okay, mom," I slipped into my brown ugg boots.
I'm still in my pajamas, I realized.
I looked myself up and down in the glass on my front
door. A short pink t-shirt with clouds and rainbows on
it pulled tightly over my chest. Long plaid pajama
pants in red. My hair was pulled up into a very messy
ponytail, and I wore my glasses.
I stepped out the door despite my looks, reassuring myself
nobody will see me.
At least there are no guys in my neighborhood, I
told myself. I shoved the trunk door towards the sky
and grabbed the first bag I saw. Apples. Salad.
Pads... what an odd combination to put into a grocery
bag.
"Hey!"
I dropped the grocery bag. That was a
guy's voice.
"Need help?" I glanced over to a tall boy jogging
across the street, and glanced back to the bag. I dove
at it, desperate to cover the package of pads before he saw.
He was halfway across the street by now.
Think fast, Avery.
I grabbed another brown paper bag and made a mad dash for the
front door. It seemed like forever before I made it
across my wide lawn.
"Here, mom."
Quickly, I ran to the living room and positioned myself in
the window so that I wasn't able to be seen.
The boy closed the trunk for me, flexing his muscles as he
did so. When he turned around, I saw his face.
His gorgeous face. He was far away, but from the
looks of him, I instantly got butterflies.