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THE BOY NEXT DOOR

The next day, my grandparents get all dressed up and leave in the afternoon to attend a fiftieth anniversary celebration for the town's police chief. They tell me not to wait up for them because they'll be late getting home. Grandma doesn't trust me behind the stove, which is probably a good idea on her part, and leaves me money for food. I order Chinese food and eat it on the front porch swing in a miserably failed attempt to stop thinking about Goku. I really need to get a hobby.

I was picking through my shrimp fried rice when the sound of a car engine catches my attention. I peer down the road and wait for the car to get closer, hoping it's the red Malibu that's been missing all morning from the driveway next door. As the car approaches, it slows down and my heart sinks when I notice the black paint job.

Then my heart flips over in my chest. I know this car. My legs drop out from under me, stopping the porch swing. I sit rigid, holding my fork with my food in my lap, hoping that I won't be noticed. The car's window rolls down as the tires slow to a crawl on the gravel road. I swallow. I should run inside the house, Lock the door and close the windows, but I'm paralyzed on the porch swing.

The car turns into the driveway and parks at the end of it, near the mailbox. Satz steps out. I close the lid on my Chinese takeout box and stand up on wobbly knees. Satz throws his arms open wide. "There she is!" I step off the porch, glancing around even though I know we're alone. Satz's wearing a tight black shirt and ripped up jeans. His hair hangs in his eyes and his smile is exactly the way I remember it.

"What are you doing here?" I ask, holding the container of food in front of me as a barrier between him. He puts a hand to his chest as if he's hurt. "I missed you. I couldn't wait all summer

"How did you know where I am?" I ask. He runs a hand through his hair.

"Well, uh, you posted what town you were in on Facebook. In case you didn't know, Salt Gap has a population of two hundred and fourteen. Geez, Lucy I thought you'd be happyto see me."

"So did you just drive around until you found me? What if I hadn't been outside?" Satz shakes his head in frustration.

"Why do you have to question everything like I'm some kind of dumbass? No, I didn't fucking drive around. I used a phone book. There's only one person with your last name in this town and that's where I drove." He lets out an obnoxious sigh. "But since you're ungrateful as shit about me driving out here then maybe I should just go home." Tears swell up in my eyes as Ethan yells at me. I didn't mean to annoy to see you."

"I'm sorry," I say. "I'm just surprised." I glance toward Goku's empty house for a second and then back at Satz. His brows draw together and he turns around, trying to find what I was looking at before turning back to me. His arms open wide. "Can I get a hug?" I draw in a deep breath and walk into his open arms. Images of that girl in his Facebook photos flicker across my mind and I use them as reinforcement that I should not accept him back. He wraps his arms around me and hugs me tightly, exactly how he used to. I can't believe it hurts so much. Satz was everything to me a couple weeks ago. Maybe he still can be !.

Ethan's hands have this magical tendency to grab parts of my body even though I keep shoving him off. We sit on the porch swing for an hour and I only allow Satz to go inside to use the bathroom. I told him I can't risk pissing off my grandparents by having some strange guy in their house when they get home, and for once, he's not being an asshole about it.

"You're still avoiding that question I asked you," I say with an innocent tone as I poke him in the rib cage. His arm tightens around my shoulder and he leans in closer to me.

"So many questions," he says with a roll of his eyes. "Let's just be happy we're together." Hating Satz was a lot easier when he was still back at home and I was stuck here. Now that he's right in front of me, with all his gorgeousness just smacking me in the face, it's really hard to remember why I hated him. But it doesn't take much to make me remember that blonde girl. I square my shoulders, and speak quickly before I chicken out. "Erza said some girl added you as being in a relationship with her on Facebook." He gives me a dismissive roll of his eyes. I pull his arm off me and place it back in his Lap.

"I'm serious. I want to know who she is and why I'm supposed to trust you again." Headlights turn down our road, sending a shriek of panic through my chest. Grandma and Grandpa aren't supposed to be home this early-I'll have to make sure I tell them my made up plan exactly as I rehearsed: My best friend is in the hospital and our mutual friend [Satz drove over here to tell me about it. The car's lights don't slow down near our driveway though. They keep going and turn into Goku house. My anxiety morphs into another form of panic. Only this one isn't so bad. It's dark outside and Goku can't see us on the porch since I kept the light off. His car comes to a stop and he gets out, then walks over to the passenger side to retrieve something from the front seat.

Satz's hand touches my cheek, gently pulling me back to face him. "I want you to forget about all that stuff, babe." He goes in for a kiss, but I turn slightly and he gets my cheek instead. I have no butterflies with Satz this close to me. I always had butterflies before.

"What the hell, Lucy?!" He pulls back with a look of disgust. "I drive all the way out here and I don't even get a kiss?!"

"Shh," I hiss, trying to shush him from talking so loudly. The last thing I need is for Goku to walk over here. "I'm just having a hard time accepting that I should forget about that girl. That's all." Satz throws himself off the porch swing and punches a wooden wall post. "You need to learn to let shit go. I got over everything bad about you."

"What's bad about me?" I ask, forgetting to keep my voice quiet. He counts off on his fingers.

"Your mean as shit dad, your constant knack for getting grounded, you never put out, you are completely jealous of some bitch on Facebook!" he points to this thumb but then stops in mid sentence.

"Who the fuck is that?" I jump off the porch swing and spin around to find Goku crossing the yard, coming straight toward us. His car keys jingle in his hand until he slides them in his pocket. His other hand holds a long stem pink rose with the stem wrapped in white ribbons. My stomach twists in knots. He probably heard everything. What am I going to do?

"Bro, this has nothing to do with you," Satz calls out when Goku is only a few steps away from the porch. He steps onto the porch.

"It is my business if you're yelling at my Lucy." My cheeks flush and my heart feels like it's going to burst right out of my ribcage.

"Like hell it is," Satz growls. Goku takes a step forward, his eyes glaring at Satz as he approaches me. He holds out the rose to me.

"For you," he says with a smile. With a shaky hand, I reach out and take the flower. Our eyes meet and he winks at me. Satz shifts on his feet, looking like he's about to explode.

"What the fuck is this? You're gone two weeks and you replace me with this dipshit?"

"I'm guessing you're Satz," Goku says. Satz glares at me.

"If you know who I am then you know you need to leave now." Goku shoves his hands in his pockets and leans against the wall, making it clear he has no intention of leaving. "If you'd like directions back to the interstate, I'd be happy to help you out."

"I'm not going anywhere." Goku lifts an eyebrow.

"I'm afraid you are." Satz grabs my arm and pulls me across the porch and away from Goku. "Tell him I'm not going anywhere." I look from Satz to Goku and back, knowing who I would choose if I had the liberty of making that choice. Goku.

But Goku won't be here after summer, and Satz will. But Satz has never given me flowers. I twist my arm from Satz's grasp and swallow.

"I'm sorry," I tell him. "I think you need to go." Satz's fists clench tightly at his side. From the corner of my eye, I see Goku still leaning against the house, a small grill stretching across his lips. Satz grabs his keys from the porch swing and scales the three stairs down to the grass.

" Fuck both of you. Don't bother calling me when you get home, Lucy." I look away, unable to meet his eyes or say anything else. Satz seems to be frustrated that I'm not fighting for him to stay. He spits on the ground.

"It's my fault for dealing with some whore still in high school." Goku flies off the porch. I watch in horror as he grabs Satz's shoulder and turns him around. Satz's eyes go wide as Goku throws his arm back, preparing to punch him.

"Goku, no!" I run after him, grabbing his elbow just in time to stop him from beating the hell out of Satz. Goku's muscles flex under my grip and i know I'm not strong enough to stop him. But he lowers his hand anyway. Satz stares, mouth open in shock. I grab Goku's lowered arm with both hands and don't let go.

"Please, don't," I whisper loud enough for him to hear. Goku's cologne smells amazing as he turns back to look at me. His eyes look into mine while Satz Lets out a string of profanities.

"Come on, Lucy," Goku says, linking his fingers into mine and pulling me back toward my grandparent's house. "He isn't worth it." I don't look back as Satz's car starts up and peels out of the driveway, sending rocks scattering everywhere. Goku leads me into the house, up the stairs and into my room. Tears pour down my cheeks as I dive face first onto my bed, not wanting to talk to him but not wanting him to leave either. The bed sags as he sits in the middle of it. I open my eyes and turn my head to the side. Goku places the pink rose on my pillow.

"I had no idea he was going to show up like that," I say after a few moments of silence. Goku with his hand over my hair. "I figured as much when I heard him yelling at you." I turn over onto my back and Goku lies down next to me, staring at the ceiling. He grabs my hand and holds it close to his chest. "You shouldn't do that," I say under my breath.

"Why?" He turns his head on the pillow to look at me. I wish he wasn't so cute.

"Because you're leaving. Because holding my hand is a pointless comfort right now. It means nothing.'

"It doesn't mean nothing to me." Goku's words are calm, secure. It frustrates me how he doesn't realize the seriousness of our situation. I pull my hand away. "You can't hold my hand, Goku. You can't kiss me and you can't bring me flowers. Because pretty soon you're leaving forever and I'll never see you again and it'll be the most pointless summer of my life." He laughs. I punch him in the arm.

"Lucy, Lucy, Lucy," he says, sitting up and pulling me into a sitting position with him. He cups my face in his hands. "I have something exciting to tell you." ..."Exciting for you, maybe." I know I shouldn't be bitter towards him. His good news is Probably something to with his motocross career and I should be happy for him. But I'm finding it hard to be anything but sad right now.

"Exciting for both of us," he says, trailing his hands down my arms until he grabs my hands. Excitement dances across his face. "I just got back from Mixon Motocross Park." "Okay..." I say, still failing to see the exciting part of this.

"The owner offered me a job. My own motocross school-giving lessons and stuff at his track. It pays a lot of money and it's the perfect alternative since I can't race professionally anymore." I bite my lip. "Where did you say this track is located?" He smiles.

"About thirty minutes from your hometown." My heart flips in my chest. "What are you saying?" I ask. He leans forward and kisses me on the forehead. "I'm staying in Texas.

" I'm going to move to Mixon and work there. I'm not going back to LA."... "Are you sure?" I whisper, inhaling his scent as chills prickle my arms. He nods.

"I have nothing in LA worth going back for. Here, I have you." Just when I think my grin can't possibly get any bigger, he says, "That is, of course, if you'll be my girlfriend."

"Yes!" I said failing to hide my excitement. He grins cutely and says

"Then it's official," Those words made my heart skip a beat. I exhale shakily as he leans down and kisses me, softly and sweetly, over and over again. He pulls back after a moment, still holding me in place, but I'm not ready for the moment to end. Instictively, my hand moves to his head, fingers running through his hair, as I force him right back to me. He chuckles, not fighting it, and kisses me deeper. Soft and sweet turns firm and frenzied, the once feather light kisses now brutalizing my lips. I'm not sure which way I prefer it. One way makes my heart flutter; the other sets my chest aflame.

He parts and hugs me tightly. My heart was full of excitement as I hugged back. I would never forget this moment. It was the summer I fell in love, got a new awesome boyfriend, and learned there is never a time or place for true love. I learned that It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment. It was my sweet sweet summer love story and I couldn't wait to share it.

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