"i got my camcorder back."

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sitting in my dad's van was not how i wanted to spend my afternoon, but really, i had no choice. i didn't wanna listen to my parents arguing all day.

today's a teacher workday today, no school.

matteo's still sick snd nene got grounded. i tried asking why her but she just started avoiding the question when i asked.

i peered out the super tinted windows of my dad's van, (seriously what the fuck) and saw my parents exit through the front door.

i took that as my cue to get out. as i steadily opened the doors and hopped out from the back of the van, i caught up with my parents.

my mom was holding a tupperware container full of snacks, my dad following close behind.
"what're you doing?" i asked, not really aiming the question at anyone specific, just wanting an answer.

"we're going to greet our new neighbors." my mom said, planting a small kiss on my forehead, before walking over to the house a few blocks away.

i stood there for a few seconds, "can i come?" i asked, quickly following behind them.
my dad sighed, "we'd prefer that."

it seems like i really had no choice.

we arrived at the porch of the house. it was nothing really special, it looked like every other house in the neighborhood, but without all the hobby lobby decorations outside.

my dad knocked on the door a few times, before a nice looking woman, with glasses and short hair answered the door.

"yes?" she asked.

"welcome to the neighborhood." my mom said with a polite smile, much different from that stone faced expression she had on earlier.

my mom held out the tupperware container full of snacks, and the woman took it from her.

"oh, thank you!" she smiled, setting the container to the side. she turned around her back facing us,
"cal! get down here!" she called out.

oh, yeah. i kinda forgot he lived here. i shifted awkwardly to the side, behind my dad, hoping i'd be out of his line of sight.

the blond made his way down the stairs, before standing beside his mom.
he glanced around awkwardly at my parents, giving them both a slight wave.

"ah, you have a kid too!" my dad grinned.

"yup, this is cal," she said, placing her hands on the boy's shoulders. he shifted uncomfortably.

ohh god. i know where this is going. fuck my life.

"aw, that's nice," said my mom "how old is he?"

fuckkk

i stayed hidden behind my dad, praying silently to myself that we would just go home, but nooo.

"oh, our daughter's the same age! i mean, she needs some more friends anyways. all those crazies she hangs around" my mom chuckled, so did cal's.

AGHHH

"greg, wh-" my mom turned around and pulled me out from behind my dad.
"this is gregory! look, why don't you and cal go hang out with each other in his room?" she grinned, "i think i trust you two enough to not do anything you shouldn't." she winked, almost pushing me into cal.

i am actually about to vomit it is not even funny.

i grimaced but i guess i don't have to hang out with him after this. i'll just go home and never go to his house again. i'll only see him at school. it's fine, greg. it's fine.

he glanced at me, either nervously or awkwardly. maybe both. i tried my best not to glare at him, but it took a lot in me.

i glanced at my parents one more time before following him upstairs to his room. i closed the door behind me and just stood there awkwardly.

it's been a while since i've been to someone's house, let alone a stranger's.
it's usually them coming over to my house.
i mean, what do i even do? i barely know this guy.

"i'm greg.-"

"i know." he said, sitting down at his desk.

i'm already getting super bad vibes. i mean, i say that about everyone i'm uncertain of, but he just gives me hella villain vibes. not cool.

there was an awkward moment of silence

it sucks even harder when both sides are awkward and socially challenged.

"how are you liking westwood so far?" i asked, trying to spark up a conversation.

"i've literally been here for, what, two days?"

"yeah, still, how..- how do you feel about it? like, is it good? is it different from your.. old town.." i trailed off.

okay, maybe he isn't socially challenged. maybe he actually hates me and wants me out of his room.

i mean, if i was him, same, but it really doesn't feel good when you're on the receiving end.

"it's okay." he shrugged.

god, how am i supposed to work with this?
should i even bother?

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