The Boy Next Door

An old friend

Two days seemed to go by very quickly, but at the same time painfully slow. Alastor only become more and more anxious to see his friend. He woke up on Wednesday, his face lighting up as he remembered that this was the day they would arrive.

Quickly getting up and getting dressed, Alastor planned to get through work as quickly as he could. Alastor rushed down the steps to the first floor. His mother just putting her jacket on to leave. "Good morning my dear!" She called to him. "Morning mama!" He called back. "Today is the big day." She said casually. "I won't be home until late, feel free to go over whenever. Mr. R knows you're coming." Elisabeth explained simply. Alastor's smile only grew, the excitement eating him up. "Thank you for letting me know mama! I shall see you when you return home!" Pressing a quick kiss to her sons cheek, Elisabeth left the house. Alastor quickly ate and went to catch the streetcar.  Despite his efforts, the day seemed to go by slowly. Feeling every second passing as if it were an entire hour. Until eventually his show came to a close. Quickly getting his jacket and pulling it on. People congratulated him on a job well done on his way out, but he didn't have time to speak with anyone. Quickly making his way to the streetcar stop. He couldn't help the giddy feeling he had. As he got off at his stop he walked to his street, his eyes landing on a car just in front of their house. His face quickly lighting up. They were back.

Alastor stopped quickly at his house to drop off anything he didn't need. Looking in the mirror to straighten himself out a little. Before turning to the door and stepping outside. He walked only a few meters to the house next to them. Walking up the porch steps. Suddenly he felt nervous. He hadn't seen any of them for a long time. And as much as that made him curios and excited. It also freaked him out. He pushed those feelings aside and knocked.

He waited a minute before he heard heels clicking against the wooden floors, approaching the door. Alastor took a deep breath as the door was opened. A young woman standing in front of him. Her long blonde hair ending just above her waist. Wearing a dark blue dress that went just above her knees. Her big green eyes staring into Alastor's. Alastor swore for a moment he was looking at their mother. Her eyes narrowed at him for a moment, as if trying to see him better. Before they widened, her face lighting up. "Oh my goodness! Alastor?!" She said, her smile as wide as ever. "Hello miss molly! What a pleasure to see you again!" He said happily. Molly pulled him into a tight hug before pulling away, keeping her hands resting on his shoulders. "Wow! Look at you! You turned out so handsome!" She said, a bit of a sly note in her voice. Alastor nodded. "And you, I swear you're the spitting image of your mother!" He said happily. Molly sighed, nodding her head. "Lucio says that all the time. Anyways, come in! Let's catch up. LUCIO! Look who's here!" She called into the house. Grabbing Alastor's wrist and pulling him in. Her father was right, she hadn't changed at all.

Molly pushed Alastor onto a chair, going into the kitchen just in the other room. "Do you want anythin? I can make you a coffee, tea..." she called back into the lounge where Alastor was sitting. "Coffee if it's not to much trouble!" He called back. She came back in with two cups of coffee, handing one to Alastor, sitting next to him in another chair. "So...what have you been up to in the last ten years?" She asked, leaning forward in her seat a bit. "Oh plenty! Ten years is a long time after all." He said simply. Hearing footsteps coming down the stairs. "Molly what's all the yellin about?" Lucio asked, turning into the room. "Good god, is that Alastor?" He asked, pointing at the young brunette. Molly nodded quickly. Lucio gave him a smile, setting a few bags down. "Jesus you really grew up." He said, walking into the room. "Yes, and goodness do you both look like your parents." Alastor said, staring in almost bewilderment at both of them. "Well I've seen two of you, where is Anthony?" He asked, tilting his head. "Oh! You just missed him, he went on a walk. Wanted to go see the bayou. He'll be back in an hour or so if you would like to stick around!" Molly said. Alastor wasn't going to pass up the closest opportunity to see his friend. So staying a while longer was no issue. "How have you three been over the years?" He asked. Molly only shrugged. "It's had its ups and downs. Ma got Spanish flu when we were still kids. Her death was hard on everyone. There were a few 'incidents' after that. But it wasn't anything we aren't used to." She explained simply. "I'm so sorry to hear about your mother. She was a lovely woman." Alastor said, his smile softening. Molly nodded. "Well, it happens to everyone one day. But enough about us, what have you been doing as of late?" She asked. "Well, at the moment I am working as a radio host!" He said cheerfully. Molly's eyes widened. "Really? That's amazing Alastor!" She said, excitement clear on her face. "Yes! I'm afraid I've become quite popular around here, it's nice...but you know me, I've never been one for attention!" He said, shaking his head with a slight laugh. Molly only seemed more invested. "Either way, that's incredible! You're so lucky! I'll have to tune in one day. I would love to hear you on the radio." Molly said cheerfully. Alastor nodded looking down at his hands. "Well, my next broadcast is tomorrow. If you would like to tune in I'd be honoured to know you're listening!" He said, his smile only growing at the thought.