Chapter one: New Neighbor a.k.a Mr. StudMuffin
It started when we approached our house, my sister's boyfriend, Chris, my older sister, Sarah, my little brother, Joel, me, and my parents in the front seat, all piled into my parent's van.
Across from our old, two story, white and picket fence house, was a moving van with boxes of all sizes being loaded off and carried into the house across the street by movers. In this town, barely anyone came or left, so this was a bit of big deal as we pulled up into our drive way and slowed to survey and sneak a glance at our new neighbors.
"I wonder if it's a family?", my eager mother questioned, "I hope there decent", dad added in, meaning he hoped they were either christian or catholic or they wouldn't meet his social standards , like the rest of the family was thinking, except for Joel and me.
We had a secret agreement to not dwell on religion or appearance of anyone and not end up like the religious freaks that ruined this town, them being among my family and their associates and friends.
As we parked the old van and began to descend out we all caught a peek of the new neighbor, already I could tell my family and him weren't gonna get along.
He strolled down his drive way, only in a tight pair of black pants, and helped the movers by grabbing a few boxes. He was about a good 6'4,with shaggy, wavy, neon blue hair, from here I could see elegant, twisted and curved tattoos of what looked like crosses and cursive writing spread across his muscular shoulder blades and making their way to the tops of his wide forearms.
"What the hell?", Chris swore rudely, in his usual dickhead manner, that was mainly why I hated him with a fiery passion that burned deep in my soul. I had to stop myself from turning my head and cursing him out in disgust and anger.
"What's up with his hair?", my sister questioned,"and his tattoos", my mom added to the beginning of the list of things they disapproved of the new hot neighbor.
God, I love his hair and tattoos, and those skinny jeans. If my parents weren't standing right beside me I would have walked across the street and introduced myself like a nice neighbor but sadly, they were, watching the mystery man in indifference, probably hiding their already extreme hatred of him.
"Come on, inside", my parents began to lead us up the stone pathway and into our simple home. Immediately, I race up the stair case and ran to my room, locking the door behind me and jumping excitedly on my bouncy bed. Eagerly, I flew to the window that directly faced the hot new man's house.
I grabbed my binoculars and examined as my neighbor moved in and out of the house, helping the movers, shirtless. I leaned in closer to get a better look on his abs when my head loudly bonked against the window pane, causing attention to myself.
The neighboor looked up and saw me standing at my window with my hand clutching my sore head. A friendly smile spread across his face and he brought his hand up into a wave. Awkwardly, I waved back with a goofy smile on my face.
After I slowly dropped my limp hand at my side, the neighbor reluctantly went inside, leaving me standing awkwardly in front of my window, gazing out at his toned and defined backside.
I was afraid drool was sprouting by the time I turned away from the window pane, and flew to my bed. I reached below my bed, grabbed my white medal box, turned the dials on the lock, removed the false bottom under the cover-up bible, and took out my latest copy of yaoi I had purchased online very discreetly with my own credit card used for 'special ' purposes like this.
I flipped to the page I was currently and began reading eagerly, catching up on the steamy scene between the two main characters.
The only other person who knew about my special box was Joel. He knew about my 'situation' and swore to never tell a living soul unless I said to, or else I had total permission to decapitate him. I was continually reading eagerly until there were several knocks on my door, starling and causing me to let out a light girlish scream.
Quietly, I put my stash back under the false bottom, followed by the bible and lock, then quickly slid it back under the bed, safely between old clothes and unknown objects that had forever fell to the dark clutches beneath my bed. Those poor souls.
I rose to the door and calmly unlocked it to reveal Sarah standing impatiently in the hall. "Finally, what can you possibly have in your room that took you that long to answer the door", Sarah complained, but it fell blank and deaf to my ears."What do you want?", I asked. "Mom, dad and Chris and I are going to church for tonight's service, you need to watch Joel until nine when we come back", she informed me."Okay, now can I go?", I retorted back annoyingly, Sarah gave me a scowl then stomped down the hall.
Once she left I disappeared back into the inner sanctum of my bedroom and indulged in some more juicy yaoi. Minutes later, when I heard the cars back out of the drive way and disperge down the street, I put my special box away and ran over to Joel's bedroom.
"Ike!", Joel screeched my name when I barged into his semi big bedroom, decorated with rock bands I didn't care for and random pictures of random concerts. He was laying across his bed, listening to his music when I came in, causing him to sit up and scream. He was very jumpy.
"Hey, brother", I said cheerfully as I strolled into the room surveying it's dark context as I did. "You wanna do some recon?", I asked excitedly as I fell beside him on the bed.
His little fourteen year old face morphed into a panicked one when I said that, "recon on what?", Joel asked carefully.
"the new neighbor across the street, now known as Mr. StudMuffin", I declared happily, causing Joel's eyes to widen in uncertainty and fear.
