Just moved to a new home. Its much further away from the city but it means that I get more rooms. Definitely wanted a gym room as I’m obsessed with fitness. As I was moving cardboard boxes from the van. They weren’t too heavy but as I looked across the fence to my neighbour next door. What I saw was like seeing a ghost. I dropped the box and it crashed as it collided with the floor. The contents sounded fragile. My neighbour, was a stunningly handsome man who was just in his joggers. He was taking out the trash.

“Are you alright?” He said.

“Oh yeah I’m fine.” My face bubbled with embarrassment. I reached down and picked up the box and making sure there was any damage. I can hear the clatter of the items inside and I dreaded the chaos that would be inside.

“I’m Jamie.” He said.

His voice was so familiar. It brought me back to my days in school.

“Greenbell?” I asked curiously.

“Yes. Do I know you?”

Oh. My. God. He was my first crush at school. He was skinny then but boy did he fill out now. I remember the times when I would stare at him longingly in PE.

“Oh yes. You do. It’s so good to see you. So do you remember...”