You - A Dave Franco Fan Fiction

Chapter Two - "The house next door."

Her unlocking of the door, followed by the grandeur of her announcement expressed the hope in which she had that her family would come running to the door and begin to ask about the events of her day, but after the young girl was met with silence, it was clear that this was not the case. When Scarlett walked into the kitchen, she understood why. Lita had left a note on the fridge, stating that Scarlett's Mom had been called back into the office and would be working late, and her Dad had flown out of the city earlier that day due to a sudden emergency with one of his clients. The household cleaner further explained that she had needed to go home as the babysitter of her children had come down with a cold and didn't want to risk getting the young ones ill. She had left dinner in the fridge, along with a page of instructions saying all that Scarlett needed to do was pop the meal in the microwave for 2 minutes and toast some bread to have on the side. It wasn't an uncommon occurrence that Scarlett came home to an empty house on a Friday night. Her parents usually had somewhere to be, whether it be work, social obligations, or a 'date night,' and almost never did they involve her presence. More often than not she did have Lita's company, their nighttime chats becoming somewhat the norm. Scarlett looked forward to telling Lita about what had happened that day and hearing all the details of hers. However, she also understood that Lita had family obligations too, and boy was she jealous that Lita's children had a mother who placed her children before absolutely anything else. 

After heading into the laundry and dumping her gym bag in the sink, she removed her brand new soccer boots from her feet, relieving herself of the pain they were causing, and headed upstairs to take a much needed warm shower. Reaching the top of the stairs, she peered out, expecting to see the familiar sight of the empty house, accustomed with a 'For Sale' sign that had been forked in the lawn for what seemed like months, but that wasn't the sight at all. An all to familiar skinny yet muscular frame, draped with white, v-neck t-shirt and open flannel, and finished with his usual faded skinny jeans and converse was standing on the porch of the house next door. Dave Franco, was standing on the porch of the house next door.

At first, Scarlett didn't think anything of it. The usual gossip that floated around the halls of South Port was that Dave wasn't a virgin to the act of entering uninhabited buildings and taking part in more antics than she wished she had had the pleasure of hearing about. But something was different. For one, he wasn't surrounded by his legions of rowdy boys, nor was he in the possession of some form of illegal substance, and to top off the evidence generating her inevitable curiosity, he was carrying the for sale sign to the pile of trash that lay on the side of the road, with an elderly lady by his side.

Scarlett continued to watch, possibilities racing through her head. What if he was taking advantage of the vulnerability of the poor lady, she thought, trying to take her money maybe? What if he was actually a nice person, that took care of the elderly? Her thoughts continuing with maybe it's his Grandma, maybe he's just visiting for the weekend? But amongst all these ideas, it never dawned on her that he might actually be moving... into the house next door.