Moving? It sucked. Suddenly you get yanked from your beautiful, hot Texas home to a hellhole of humidity. At least they were getting free food. "Mom!" I called, looking into the kitchen.

"Hey, honey," she said, walking over to me. "Are you ready? The neighbors will be here any minute." She brushed my hair off my forehead, but I swatted her hand away.

"Mom!" I grumbled, patting my hair back into place as the doorbell rang.

"That's them!" Krolia sang, walking to open the door. I could hear a bunch of loud, happy, chatter. I shifted uncomfortably, waiting for the first guests to arrive. A boy, about my age, walked into the kitchen. I felt my jaw go loose for just a moment. The boy reached out a hand, looking cool and confident.

"The name's Lance. You are?" I swallowed and shook the boy's hand.

"Hi. I'm Keith," I said nervously. I laughed awkwardly and suddenly dropped Lance's hand. Then I ran out of the kitchen and into my room, breathing hard. What were thinking, Keith? That boy...with his brown hair, his smile...and those eyes! I allowed myself to smile dreamily, before my mother pounded on my door.

"Keith." she said when I came out. "Get in the kitchen and apologize right now." I trudged down the hallway, and found that everyone had migrated to the living room. Except Lance.

"Hey, are you okay?" Lance asked sincerely, his eyes brimming with warmth. I breathed in deeply and looked down at the ground.

"I'm sorry for running." I mumbled.

"No, it's alright," Lance replied, and looking to the side, he whispered, "I get nervous around pretty boys too."

I looked up, surprised. "Wait, what?"

Lance smiled again. "You heard me," he said, looking back at me. "Now let's get some food, pretty boy."