The moving van backed up into the driveway of the old house. Evan Costello was once again looking around. The moment he had seen the house, he knew he would love it. It was a sunny day as he decided to help the guys move his stuff in. All the boxes were stacked against the wall near the door and the furniture was placed in the appropriate rooms. He definitely felt more comfortable living here now that it actually felt like home. The moving guys thanked him for his effort as they got in and drove off. His dog came bounding up the stairs and ran toward him.
Hey Lacey! How are you doin'? He laughed as the dog jumped up and started licking him.
While unpacking some of his stuff, the doorbell rang and he opened the door. There standing was a person holding a wrapped up gift.
"Hi," he smiled.
"Hello," Evan said.
My name is Gregory Creighton. You don't mind if I come in do you?
"No, not really." Gregory smiled again as he stepped into the house. Evan looked at the gift a little confused.
Gregory noticing this says "this, it's just a house-warming present is all." He laid it on a stack of boxes before following Evan into the living room.
So your the new neighbor huh?
Yeah, Evan replied.
"Where'd you live before?" Greg asked.
California.
I mean which city?
San Antonio.
"That's in Texas," Greg said.
Oh right, I meant to say San Diego.
Woof! Woof-woof! Bark!
"Oh, you have a dog? What's his name?" Greg asked.
Lacey.
Oh, so it's a she?
"No, it is a he," Evan said.
Oh. What do you do?
Huh?
"I said, what do you do for a living?" Greg asked.
"I work at an electronics store, and you?" Evan asked back.
Oh, I'm a doctor, but how did you buy this house? I mean working at a store doesn't exactly have a high income you know.
I got it from an old friend so I'm actually renting it out from her.
"Oh, cool," Greg said.
The conversation lasted hours and finally Gregory said "see ya" before walking out the door. Evan had completely forgot about the gift Greg had given him and was left overnight as Evan slept. When he woke up, a foul odor permeated the house. He got up and looked for the source of the stink. It got stronger as he got downstairs and it became almost overwhelming as he got closer to the front door, near where the present was. That was the source. He put a clothespin on his nose and opened it up and inside was mush, almost unrecognizable as a fruit basket. Even if he couldn't smell it, he could still taste it and he just had to get out of the house. He walked over to his neighbor's house and angrily banged on the door.
"Who are you?" a man asked when the door was opened.
Where's Creighton?
"He lives downstairs," the man said. "But who are you?" the man called as Evan stomped his way down the steps and banged on his door.
Creighton looked tired as he opened the door and said "Yeah?"
"You gave me rotten fruit!" Evan yelled at him.
