STALKING MY NEIGHBOR

Chapter One- Captain Jeremy

Rewritten: 6/4/15

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"Come on Tyler just give me back my panties!" I stammered and winched at the sight of my irritating sibling scanning his eyes over my underwear, well most likely glared at it in an amazed sort of way. A boyish grin slowly grew upon the edges of his lips and he glanced back up at me with waggling eyebrows while his honey brown eyes twinkled in uncomfortable amusement of some sort.

"These are NOT 'Panties' this," He paused and gestured towards the polka dot thin fabric that lingered on the tip of his pointer finger.

"These are boxers." He said as misfit roamed in his voice causing me to glare daggers down at his stupid face.

"What are you talking about? Of course there panties, girls wear them." Acknowledging him was kind of awkward and staring blankly at the face was still putting up didn't make my serious acts convince him.

Was this kid demented or something?

Or maybe he's blind?

"Well how come Jeremy wears them?" He stated and I cocked an eyebrow at his delusional words.

"And how do you know that?" I couldn't help the snort that fell from my lips as he was so full of himself and his suppose "correct" words.

For a second there I actually thought that he said that Jeremy "wears panties".

His eyes squinted as he strode slowly towards my bedroom window which was currently covered with the curtains that my mom constantly ordered me to take down for hours now and pulled it aside causing my pupils to burn and ache at the revealed masterpiece taking place in front of my oh poor innocent eyes that will no longer linger with pureness [note the sarcasm]

Jeremy Valdez, my neighbor of sixteen years was prancing around his room wearing nothing more than vivid red panties and so sort of cape tied around his neck causing my laughs and long unnecessary snorts to corrupt and echo through the room. Jeremy's legs came to a halt and he swiftly turned on his heals with a look that screamed "fear". His body was well slim way to slim and the form that his legs were positioned would give the clear look for that "I want to pee so badly" dance which just caused more laughs from me and the edges of my eyes to fill up with tears.

He just gave the word "pathetic and embarrassing" a whole other meaning for me.

"See!!! You wear guy underwear." He cooed.

Jeremy strapped his hands over his chest and squealed under his breath like the little girl he was causing me to snort harder and my brother to develop a smirk and his eyebrows to waggle multiple times. And that's when not even five seconds later his hand that held my panties hostage went flying towards Jeremy's face and I screeched as my eyes widened twice their size.

Those weren't even clean!!!

"Tyler those are dirty, what the hell." I hissed and my cheeks flushed up in complete embarrassment. Jeremy screamed as if the zombie apocalypse finally took place as he slapped my underwear off of his skin and burned a glare at both of use.

"I am so damn glad that you are leaving, you guys are a complete nightmare!" He spat out and draped his cape (which were more like bed sheets tied together) over his shoulder in a dramatic way while he sassed his hips side to side for his thought of a substantial exit. He disappeared out the door of his room leaving the crickets signaling matting calls as I bit back my words and believed this to be more of a living nightmare than an actual event taking place in my life.