My new neighbor

I put the last box up on the shelf of my new room.

I hate it here. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad my dad got promoted, but I wish we didn't have to move all the way to Sheffield, Yorkshire in the UK.

I'm use to sunny weather and bright skies thanks to the fact I've spent my whole life in California.

I couldv'e spent the whole day sitting in my room feeling sorry for myself, but there was a knock on the door.

"Bandit!!" my mother yelled, "Come down here!"

What the fuck? How could someone come to see me, I just got here from across the freaking world!

I open my door and rush down the stairs.

"Lucifer move" I whisper screamed to my cat who was sitting on the bottom steps of the stairs.

Don't get me wrong, I love the little fluff ball, but he was in the way of finding out who this secret person was.

"Someone came to say hellos," my mother smiled as she walked away from the door, leaving it just a crack open, and walked into the kitchen, probably to finish unpacking.

I opened the door to reveal a boy about 16, my age.

He had long, black hair, kinda scene/emoish . His shirt was black with a rib cage on the front. I noticed his gauges and snake bites. Saying he wasn't very attractive would be a lie.

"Uh, I'm Oliver Sykes. You're new, I guess, neighbor. My mum wanted me to say hi, something about being friendly because you came all the way from America." He, I guess Oliver, says in some British accent. Where from, I wouldn't know.

Knowing THIS would be my neighbor was pretty exciting. The houses here were pretty close together, I mean 2 feet away close. I could open my window and crawl into theirs without any fear of falling.

"Oh yeah, hi. I'm from California.... uh, my name's Bandit." I tried to say in a mature, sexy voice as he had.

"Bandit? Why do you have a boys name?" He said with wide eyes.

"What the hell?"

"Well, you look like a chick but your name isn't something fit for a girl. It's pretty stupid, 'Bandit' " -he said my name with more emphasis- "I mean, what kind of name is that?"

"Look 'Oliver' " -it was my turn to use emphasis on his name- "If you came here to make fun of my name, then you can just get the fuck off my porch." I said, slamming the door on his face and running up to my room.

~~~~Whale, that's the first chapter /.\ Please be sure to give me some feedback c: I don't wanna write a story if no one bothers to read it ;~;

Ill upload again once someone actually shows some intrest cx ~~~~