Across The Street

He was sitting in his bedroom of his parents' house not that late that night. The blinds were open so he could see outside almost perfectly. His Asian neighbors across the street came home in a minivan.

The van's side door opened and a young girl, twelve or thirteen, hurried out and entered the house through the opened garage door. From the front doors of the van the mother and father exited and quickly entered the house the same way.

Another girl, taking her time, came out of the van. She looked older, perhaps college age. She brought out a bag, which she swung around her shoulder, and then maybe a cello case, definitely something stringed and large.

She put her things down and sat on the back bumper of the van and sighed. The garage doors closed behind her. He thought she could see him across the street through his blinds inside his dark bedroom, but he knew that was impossible.

Finally, she stood up, hoisted her things, and headed for the front door. The sprinklers came on and soaked her on her way. The front door was locked so she needed to put everything down to get out her key. She unlocked the front door, picked everything up, and went in. The lights came on inside.