"Danny! The new neighbours are here!"
Danny threw himself onto his bed. New neighbors were just more people to annoy him. He preferred to be alone most of the time.
But frustration wouldn't help.
He grabbed his earbuds and shoved them into his ears. Deciding he had no time to scroll through it, he clicked the first song that popped up on his pre-made playlist.
The familiar chords started, and he sang along.
"There once was a bittersweet man and they called him Lemon Boy....
"He was growing in my garden and I pulled him out by his hair like a weed...."
Another voice had joined the song. Danny shrugged it off and continued.
"But like weeds do he only came and grew back again...."
The voice was louder, now, and it unsettled Danny. He kept going while staring at his ceiling, trying to shut it out.
"So I figured this time I might as well let him be...."
The voice drowned his out, now, and he was confused. He continued anyway.
"Lemon Boy and me started to get along together,
"I helped him plant his seeds and we'd mow the lawn in bad weather,
"It's actually pretty easy being nice to a bitter boy like him,
"So I got myself a citrus friend...."
Danny had completely shut up by the end, and he found the source of the voice.
The girl in the next door window's orange tank top was a soft gradient, going from pastel orange to a darker shade of orange.
Light grey leggings stuck close to her legs, and small black stars lined the sides of both legs.
A t-shirt-like night sky gradient sweater hung loosely on her arms, with white and pastel yellow paint flecks representing stars.
Her fluffy black and white boots were patterned with a stripe design, alternating between the 2 colors.
Her hair was in a small ponytail, the best she could manage with her short length, with small zinnias slipped into the band that held it together.
A flower crown of the same type that was in her ponytail tilted to the right, giving her a cat kind of look.
"Heh, you're funny. You look so dark and dreary, yet you listen to Cavetown, Lemonboy." she cooed.
"What did you call me?" Danny asked, sitting up, annoyed.
"Lemonboy! For the song!"
"Why don't you know my real name first?"
"Hehe, sure, you can tell me."
"My name is Danny. Don't expect adventures or anything like that at all."
"Nice name, Lemonboy."
"What's yours, 'Flowergirl?'"
"Kristal, but you can call me Kris or 'Flowergirl,' whichever you prefer. New neighbor, star expert, possible love interest." she said with a wink. Danny stared at her.
"Ok, but what are you doing listening to me do my own stuff?" he said, getting up to shut the window.
"Because your voice was calming, and I like that song." she said, staring at the sky.
"You're weird. And you have an accent."
"You have an accent!"
"No I don't!"
"I'm from America."
"That explains a lot."
Kris looked up at the sky again, and Danny started to question the american next door. Her dark hair was a shade between milk and dark chocolates, with streaks of unnatural blonde.
Freckles lined the bridge of her nose, and an adventurous sparkle was in her eyes.
Those amazing eyes.
One brown, one orange.
She held her hand out, and Danny took it. It was ice cold.
"Well, my dad's calling, I gotta go. Talk tomorrow?"
"I'll be here."