The New House

                                    

                                          
Mom shook the keys in our front door lock for a good five minutes. The door suddenly swung open and she turned around and gave me and my sister a nervous smile. 
                          
"Damn, this house is old," Sasha gave me a sad look
                          
"Well yeah," I sighed, "But we can make it work,"
                          
I carried some boxes up to my room and started unpacking. Then I heard noise coming from outside my window. I looked out to see two boys (about my age) playing soccer and tackling each other. I rolled my eyes.
                          
"Wow, I hope those boys are our neighbors," I heard a voice say from behind me, which made me jump
                          
I turned my head to notice Sasha, "Gosh I hope not, they look mental,"
                          
"I saw you staring," Sasha smirked
                          
"Aw screw off," I said while shooing her out of my room
                          
I am so tempted to talk to them.
                          
 I lied. They don't look mental, they look fun. But that's the same thing, innit?
                          
I walked down to get more boxes, and my mom stopped me.
                          
"Jane, I think you need a break, go outside and meet our neighbors, let me handle the last few, and I'll call your name when supper is ready,"
                          
My eyes widened, "Mom, who are our neighbors?" 
                          
"Well, I don't know, just knock on their door and introduce yourself, you'll be fine,"
                          
I walked outside and down the sidewalk to the next house. I went up to their door and knocked on it. I abruptly saw the two boys from earlier, run from the yard and up to the front porch, where I was standing.
                          
"Oi, what ya doin?" The taller one asked, "This here, is our property,"
                          
The shorter one looked annoyed, "Shut up Liam, she's not breakin' in,"
                          
Liam crossed his arms, "well how'd you know, Noel?"
                          
"Well first of all," Noel rolled his eyes, "I don't think a robber would knock on our door,"
                          
I just stood there awkwardly and watched them bicker.  
                          
"Aw screw you mate," Liam sighed, "you're always makin' me look like a zounderkite,"
                          
I cleared my throat to get their attention. 
                          
"Um, Hi," I said, before getting interrupted
                          
"HEY, you're American, yeah?" Liam smiled
                          
Okay, I hate to admit it, but damn he was cute.
                          
"Yeah, I don't suppose your British, right, 'cause that'd be weird," I joked
                          
"Y'know, that'd be really crazy," Noel smiled
                          
"I'm glad we ain't British, y'know what I mean?" Liam played along
                          
I laughed louder than I intended. I really like Liam. Noel seems nice too. They both look like good guys.
                          
I continued, "As I was saying, I am your new neighbor, so that's that,"
                          
"-And?" Noel said  to me as he looked at Liam
                          
"-And," I continued, "I guess we should get to know one another,"
                          
"That sounds fair," Noel said casually 
                          
"Yeah, well, what should we do now?" I smiled