Across the Fence

Prologue

Tom

I stand outside my house, after my morning run, my earbuds still in my ears, as I down a bottle of water. I'm sweaty and still out of breath. I sit down on my porch steps, enjoying the cool breeze, against my wet skin, when I hear her voice. Damn she's annoying, why does she have to stand at her front door and yell at her dog.

"Come on, Angel, go potty, mama has to go to work." I roll my eyes, and turn my I-pod back on, to shut her out.

Ashley is my neighbor, and has been for the last three months, the day she moved in, she got under my skin. Being a gentleman and trying to be a friendly neighbor, I walk over and introduce myself and ask if I could help with anything. Her response was, " You're a little late, where were you when we were carrying in my armoire? the thing barely fit through the front door." I wanted to say something mean, but instead, I took the high ground, since I figured she was just tired, moving can be very stressful. "I'm sorry darling, if you need anything, please don't hesitate to ask." She lets out a sigh, "That won't happen, but thanks anyways." She says smartly in her American accent. I wondered what brought her to England, but I wasn't curious enough to ask her, I just wanted to get the hell away from the demon women.

A couple minutes later Ashley walks out and heads to her car, She is dressed in dark blue scrubs, Trainers, and her blonde hair pulled back in a neat ponytail. If I didn't dislike her so much, I might actually find her attractive, hot even. I shiver at  the thought. Lost in my thoughts, I didn't even realise I was staring at her, until, she so kindly points it out.

"Like what you see, Choir boy?" I give her a sarcastic grin.

"Don't flatter yourself, Ashley." She opens her car door, and before she gets in, she turns and flips me off.

"I think you forgot your broom stick." I yell after her, as she pulls out of her driveway.

Ashley

Why is he such an asshole? The only good thing about him, is that he leaves for months on end. I'm not sure what he does for a living. Maybe he's a serial killer, that hangs out in the woods three or four months at a time searching for victims. I laugh at myself as I drive to work. I think his last name is Hiddleston, maybe if I google him something will come up. When things at work settle down a bit, I sit down to have a bite to eat, and pull out my phone, and put in Tom's full name. What came up shocked me, I about choke on a piece of an apple, when I see Tom is a famous actor, well that explains a lot. No wonder he acts like an intiled jerk, because he is one!