The Boy that Lives Next Door

The meeting

As I pulled up to the small country house I could smell the freshness of the blooming flowers. As I look to my right I could see the horses grazing in the open fields. I felt at home. As I Wilkes into the small grayish-blueish house I could feel the cold air hit me. I was greeted by my mom. I finally came home from my four years of collage. Next my dad came up to me. They all hugged me with joy and happiness. I went up stairs and unpacked my things. I heard an Dodge Ram drive up to the old horse barn next to the house. As I watched the man step out of the truck I noticed that he was around he same age as me. About round in his mid-twenties. As I walked down stairs to meet with my family. The asked me to go outside and meet the man. As I walked outside and made eye contact. I noticed that it was Roper. Roper and I were friends when we were little. And man has he grown up. Puberty did him well. As Roper walked up to me, I was greeted with a friendly smile.