Thread: Moved [RoleplayMaster and Sigr]

The move had been a horrible idea to Curtis, who had looked at his parents with a mix of betrayal and disbelief, as they told him they would be moving to America. But... what about my life? He said My friends, my social life? Sure, he had made excuses, but his social life was pretty lackluster a grand total of one close friend, and a few other friends that were better suited under the term 'acquaintance'. But he hated change. But since this move was thanks to his father's business branching out, the Australians moved across to the great US of A, for this better paying job, and completely new lifestyle. While he had been against it at first, the idea of living here was slowly getting better. Definitely a nice looking house, albeit a bit empty. Where's our stuff? Curtis asked. Our neighbours offered to grab it. They were in the next city over, which is where our stuff was being shipped to, and they said they could bring it back for us. Be sure to thank them when you see them. Helen, his mother, told him. She said when , meaning a meeting sounded inevitable. Curtis hated meeting new people. Especially neighbours. After all, they all seemed to be at least twenty years older than him, and ignored his presence ninety nine percent of the time. Sitting in his empty room, Curtis was playing on his phone in the corner when he heard the rolling door of the moving truck shut, a bit of chatter, and then the moving truck driving away as one of the moving company's employees had come to retrieve it. The fifteen year old introvert had hoped this meant he had no meeting needed, but was of course, wrong. Curtis! Helen said, sounding disapproving as she poked her head into his room. Our neighbours spent a lot of time helping us, the least you could do is go down and say thank you. Just spent five seconds of your time doing that, then you can go on your computer, or your phone, or whatever. She said, sounding a little disappointed as she listed off potential activities at the end. She knew her son was a social outcast, and hoped this new life in America would fix that. Sighing, Curtis nodded and slowly stood up, pocketing his phone and went in search of the neighbours. The next door house seemed empty, but he heard footsteps in his own house, telling him someone was still here. Trotting down the steps, Curtis went out the back and found one of the hottest girls he had ever seen, standing next to his pool. He couldn't see her face fully yet, but her skin looked so soft, her figure so firm and athletic, and her height seemed daunting and intimidating, yet sexy. It was strange, that Curtis stood at a round five foot, but had a height fetish for those much taller than himself. U-Uh.. H-Hello? he stuttered nervously, poking his glasses up his nose, a fidgety action he did often to distract himself. Was this his neighbour? Once she had turned, and he had her attention, he struggled to figure out what he was going to say next. Her beauty was better than expected, and very distracting and unnerving. Th-Thanks for the uh.. helping. With the truck... stuff... stuff in the truck. Not the most eloquent of words, but it got the point across. Realising he should introduce himself, even if it was just so he could touch her beautiful skin for a brief moment, he offered a hand to shake. My Curtis is name. He said with a small smile, before cringing and blushing at the same time. My name is Curtis. He corrected himself.