"We should go out!" Kayla said.
"And do what?" I asked walking in.
"Hi mom. A bunch of kids from school are going trick or treating tonight, and I thought it'd be fun to tag along!" Kayla told me.
"I'll have to talk to your father, but I don't see there being a problem." I said.
"Cool!"
So, the three of them went shopping for costumes. Kayla decided she was going to be a pop star, Amber went as Princess Leia, and Bentley went as the Grim Reaper.
"You guys look awesome!" Ethan said.
"Thanks dad!" Amber said.
The kids had a blast at trick or treating, they got a surprising amount of candy for being teenagers.
"Last night was so much fun!" Kayla said.
"Yeah, when are you going to tell mom and dad about that boy?" Amber asked.
I was spying behind the wall.
"I don't know, I don't even know if anything will come of it."
"You never know until you try."
"Thanks sis."
"So, anything happen at school today?" Ethan asked.
"Not really." The kids answered.
We made it a point to ask the kids how their day went, and I was hoping to find out a little more on this mystery boy that was interested in our little girl.
"So, mom and dad, can my friend come over tomorrow?" Kayla asked.
"Sure." I said.
"What friend?" Ethan asked looking at her.
"His name is Adam."
You could almost feel Ethan's breath hitch.
"A boy?" He asked.
"Yes daddy." She giggled.
He sighed, "It begins."
I smiled and grabbed his hand.
So, the day after we met Adam.
Kayla's POV"We're in the same grade?! That's so cool." I said.
Then I realized that sounded cheesy.
"I mean, maybe we will see each other at school." I stammered.
He laughed, "Maybe."
I rubbed the back of my neck.
"Does your neck hurt?" He asked.
"Not really."
"My dad was a massage therapist before he passed away and taught me some things."
"Did he?"
He nodded.
"What does your mom do?"
"Sits at home and drinks until she passes out."
"Oh." I said awkwardly.
He just bit his lip.
"Could you show me a massage?" I asked.
"Sure!"
We snuck off to the small house on the property where all our entertainment things were.
"Sit down." He said motioning to the massage chair.
I slowly sat down and tried to calm the butterflies in my stomach.
"Give me your hand."
Suddenly my palms became sweaty.
"Uh, oh. Okay." I said.
"Soft hands." He mentioned.
"I was thinking sweaty hands." I giggled nervously.
"I was thinking beautiful hands."
My face turned red and I blushed.
Oooo, who is this Adam kid??? Glad you guys are loving the story!!! 
