The Boy Next Door

 

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the beginning of the end

 





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the beginning of the end

     I can't believe I was actually looking forward to this month. A month in Romania, away from New York. Away from the drama and the stress the city brings. I had hopeless wishes of the things I wanted to get done and accomplish this month. Ah, July. The summer I will finally get cuffed, so to say. I was stupid enough to think I was going to have my "dream" come true.  I would be so jealous of the people lucky enough to meet a person that likes them as much as they liked that person. I'm not a lucky person and I was proven that this summer. Let me tell you all about him.

    We were neighbors since we were 5. Heck, we've been best friends since we were 5. We shared a see through fence and we would always meet there. We would talk and talk and laugh and do really stupid stuff. I feel like I always liked that kid and my friendly feelings turned into more than friendly feelings when I grew. The only bad thing is that we grew apart. We went on our own separate ways and didn't really keep in touch. It broke me into many small pieces and always hoped we would find our way back together. I grew fond of the kid. He would always make me smile. On the cloudiest, ugliest days he could make me smile just by me catching a glimpse of him. 

       Our friendship was the definition of short and simple. Or at least it felt like it. Hanging out with him didn't feel forced, it felt more of my natural nature. I was the only girl from our little gang. It was me, my brother Tudor, another best friend of ours named  Rads and him. Even when the days were longer they felt shorter and that's what made them magical. Everyday felt like a movie. We would find the biggest, bumpiest rocks from the side of the really busted roads of our little hometown and put them on the roads so that when cars would pass, we would hide and watch their wheels come off. Oh how much we would laugh. 

     We would always have these oddly realistic looking BB guns and shoot them to scare the people on the street. We wouldn't shoot them at the actual people because we weren't crazy enough to kill people but we were crazy enough to get in so much trouble that his mom would lock all four of us in his room, which happened to be on the second floor of their home, without any electronics or any games. One time we got so bored, we decided to jump outside the window. Now imagine four dwarf looking 6,7, and 8 year olds jumping a window high off the ground. I was 6 at the time and a really nervous girl so I was the most scared. Not exactly because of the distance from the window to the ground, but because of what his mother might do to us when she would find out we ran away from home for 2 hours. He helped me calm down. I was fine. He held my hands firmly than jumped out. He then told me to jump too and that he would be there to catch. I believed him and felt like I finally had someone in my corner.  So I jumped confidently and no one caught me.   But I landed on my feet. Rads and Tudor ran outside of the front yard and into the streets to run away so they wouldn't get caught. I was still shaken up and mad at the fact that he didn't catch me the way he said he would. He looked at me and winked and started running. I was mad. But I wasn't mad that he lied, I was mad that I had realized just how much I began to love that boy. I began to love Bogs.

    He was very dreamy. Not gonna lie, he still is very dreamy. In my mind, he was always the definition of perfect. Have you ever seen those movies in which a boy is athletic, popular, funny, and all perfect. Yes, well in my mind he was perfect. I always knew everything about him.  His weaknesses and his strengths. Sometimes we all would play soccer games, soccer being his all time favorite sport and he is amazingly good at it, and of course he would always beat us, but I would never give up. He was always that one boy that I liked but didn't feel awkward or weird around. He made me feel happy and safe. I wanted our friendship to last forever. But that took a pretty wrong turn when I found out that my family would be moving to the United States. I was nine at the time and didn't know any English at all except for all of the curse words of course. My whole life changed and I lost contact of everyone I had in my life while I was in Romania, including Bogdan. I started to forget him: his voice, his laugh, and even his angel kissed face. I forgot all of his quirks and ups and downs and that brought me great suffering. Not only because I liked him so much, but because I lost a friend. A friend I wanted to be by my side forever. I began counting down the days until the summer vacation in which we would return back to Romania. 

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midnight worries

     

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summertime sadness

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the summer before

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the summer before

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first summer back

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last summer

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