A Story...For Girls (Pretty Much) Please Read! :D
So as you could probably tell, I haven't figured out a good title for this story. I decided to put my book on Quibblo, thinking it would help me write more of it, since typing is easier than actually writing. I haven't got much done so far, so I would appreciate some comments and suggestions to make it better. Also, if you see any typos please let me know. Thanks! :) Oh, and this is probably going to be more of a girl's story so if you're a dude, be warned. Hehe.
I was sitting in my average-sized, cluttered bedroom gazing out of my dusty, green curtain-framed window when a huge Penske moving truck pulled into the drive of the vacant house across the street. Curious, I pushed my slightly open curtains out even further to get a better view. A black Tahoe pulled up behind the Penske. A dark-haired woman emerged from the passenger side first, then the tall, glasses-wearing driver followed. The door on the left opened next, revealing a cute, eleven-year-old-looking little girl sporting a light blue bow in her long, dark hair and holding a book; she was definitely not my kind of girl. Last, but certainly--absolutely--without a doubt--not least, the right side door opened.
Out stepped the most adorable teenage boy the world will ever know. His scruffy blond hair glissened in the bright summer sun; his dark, tanned muscled were shown off with his sleeveless gray T-shirt; and I couldn't see his eye color, but I knew they would be an intense blue. Like an iced over ocean. Or maybe a soft hazel, that would gaze into my own vivid green eyes and slowly melt my heart. Or maybe--
I quickly halted my racing thoughts. When did I ever begin behaving like such a complete girl? It wasn't like I had never seen a guy before. I thought back to all of the guys in my grade at school. Only a few were cute, even less potentially hot. But this guy, my new neighbor...there was something there, something special. I could feel it.
Making sure my curls of red hair were pushed out of my face, I leaned forward to study my new neighbors (thought mostly just the hot guy). I watched Guy of Hotness for a full twenty seconds before realizing he was staring right at my house. Not wanted to seem like Crazy Stalker Girl, I hastily whipped my curtains together, concealing my face. Unfortunately, I whipped with too much force: the rod on which mu curtains hung fell down on my face, taking my hiding place with them. After I struggled to untangle myself from the demon curtains, I forced my embarrassed self to look outside at Guy of Hotness once more. He was laughing. At me! I just knew it. Feeling my face get hot, I jumped off of my bed and ran to the safety of the bathroom across the hall, dragging the curtains along. I stared into the mirror. A red-haired, freckly-faced, green-eyed, very embarrassed teenage girl stared back. My thoughts wanted to stray back across the street, but I forced my brain to stop. I hadn't even met him yet and he'd already caused trouble. I sighed, hoping he didn't think I was a complete idiot, and then cursed myself for thinking of him. I washed my face, then walked back to my room to reattach my curtains, managing (or struggling) to do so without making a single glance out the window.
This was going to be a long summer.