Alexander's POV - Part 3 of Cringe

The obnoxious, raging sound of a very nearby truck slightly shook my room and rang in my ears. I sat upward, my phone still clutched in my hand from texting Eliza, shifting toward the window to peek outside and see what was going on.

Peering through the window, I got a glimpse of a truck meant for helping people move, making a turn  into our neighbor's driveway and settling down before the garage door.

I had no idea we where getting new neighbors, I just knew that Mr. Adams, his wife and their asshole son had moved which I found a good thing, despite the fact he's still going to be in my high school since he didn't even move too far.

My gaze was steadily held upon the middle aged man around 5"9, with only little pricks for a beard. His short, black fluffy hair blew in the wind, a cigarette was half way peeked out between his dried lips. I wouldn't pick up a fight with that dude, if you looked closely, underneath his sleeves where ripped arms. His appearance was quite similar to Laurens and I's old neighbor in NYC. The one whom had lost his son a few days before John went missing.

A teenage boy was at his side, standing taller than him. Freckles where spilled across his rosy cheeks on his tan skin while his jaws where working on a wad of gum. Wrapped around was a small, white coat over a black or dark brown shirt was a caption printed on it, too far to read. In his curly brown hair which was in a low pony tail was a flower crown placed upon his head.

My impression so far upon the teenage boy is that he seems kinda feminine, but at the same time, he kinda seems like a badass. Who knows how he is. His dad or who ever was with him looked more of like a guy who works at Dick's Sporting Goods and in the meantime is a gangster, stealing old lady's expired coupons and credit cards yet still asks to speak to the manager.

I'm sure they'll be FUN neighbors.

    I don't want trouble.

Maybe I'll try just avoiding them, I think that would be easiest.

    Three 1/2 Hours Later - 8:30 P.M.

    Most of the day was spent relaxing, might as well enjoy the last two days of summer till I'll never relax again, because I have a feeling sophomore year will be ten times harder than freshmen.

     I was curled up underneath my covers with an iPad standing in front of me as I binge-watched... what is this, Voltron? Pokémon? The Smurf's? I was hardly even paying attention to it. All that I could think about where... bad memories.

    Eliza is what helps me block them out, but sometimes I wonder if that would be enough.

      As I was swaddled in blankets and pillows, the warm August breeze whistled past my open window, some of it gracefully dancing through it and into my room.

That wasn't the only thing that came into my room.

A minute rock was chucked through the window, nearly bumping my head lightly but still missing. Despite no damage being done, it still sent me yelping, jumping about five feet into the air.

"Oh goodness! Sorry, d-did I startle you?" I heard a seemingly soothing, young male voice outside my window.

My heart began to thud rapidly as I confusing scrambled over to the window in surprise. "What?"

And there he was.

The freckled teen from earlier, still wearing a dumb flower crown, his smiling face outside the window which was perfectly aligned with mine and beaming at me. He raised his arm, cheerfully waving.

I angrily sat in front of the of the window, still slightly shocked from the rock.

I glared at him, scowling. "What the hell! You could've hit me or broken something!"

My neighbor frowned. "Sorry.. I had been calling you for about ten minutes, trying to get your attention."

"Is there a fire or something?" I stared at him with an annoyed, sarcastic look.

"No, I just wanted to say hi and meet my new neighbor!" He stated in a friendly tone.

I let out a groan before responding to him. "Okay whatever. Hi, I'm Alexander Hamilton, nice to meet you, bye."

"Oh that's such a cool name! It sounds like some cool soldier founding father dude!"

"Pfft, I suppose," I slouched down, finally relaxing with my arm dangling from the window, "well what's yours?"

      "Whatever you want!" He chirped.

      "Hi whatever You Want, I'm Dad." I joked.

      "I don't know I'll call you er...." I glanced around, searching for something, then my eyes settling on the flowers in his hair, "Flower Boy." I said cooly, sipping at a Coke that I took from a desk next to my bed.

      "I thought you where gonna say Frank."

      I had huge regrets for having have taken a large sip out of the can, because the 'Frank' comment Flower Boy made sent me choking from laughter and a chest tightening.

     "Oh no, Alex, you good?" Flower Boy had a face of concern, but I could tell he was hiding laughter behind that fake mask.

     After I finally managed to cough up the soda, I slid my sleeve across my mouth and replied, "Yeah. Flower Boy, you almost killed me!" I teased with a smirk.

     "Oh, sorry ham sandwich."

     There I go again, dying of laughter. I don't know why, because that was stupid.

     "Okay, but seriously, what's your name?"

    "Anything you want."

    "What name where you born with?"

    "An American name."

    "What is it though?!"

    Flower Boy let out a sigh, rolling his eyes with a smirk. "If you must know," he paused for a few seconds, a distressed look on his face, "Johnelle Francis....?"

"See, that wasn't so hard! Imma stick to Flower Boy though."I clapped a sarcastic praise, "he's got a girly flower crown, girly hair, girly name, what else," I teased him.

"I am not!" Flower Boy's face flushed. "I'm a boss at Soccer, I'm a hardcore gamer, I do dude stuff and stuff. I just have a fascination with flowers, my mom was a florist and it's just been our family's thing."

"What, you family's thing to act gay?" I chuckled. "Where is your mom, speaking of her? I didn't see her when you guys moved in."

"Uhh, she Uhh.... died..?" He murmured, not really too sure about what he was saying.

"Oh... your not the only one, Roses. My mom passed away when I was twelve, and I was forced to lived with my dead-beat Dad, so you and I are in the single dads club."

      Flower Boy looked at me with a slight smile and meaningful look, his eyes slightly watering and his cheeks red. Did I really hit a sensitive spot?

     "Francis, get down here, please! We're leaving!" A slightly agitated voice roared up the stairs calling him.

    "Oh, I have to go, Alex. Maybe I'll see you around?" He murmured.

    "Yeah, are you going to Kings High? Maybe I'll see you there?" I asked the sad teen across from me.

       "No.... I, I'll see you around!" He stated before slamming the window and darting off.

      "Yeah... I'll see you around, Flower Boy."

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