The Incurable and the irish

New neighbor

Reece's POV

'54 Oak avenue'

That's what the paper read and now here I am. The house was massive from the outside. The entrance had a massive black gate with a letter box on the Brock wall beside it. The paint on the gate was flakey and falling off and the padlock closing it was rusting on the outside. I parked my bike and put the key in the padlock. Luckily the inside hadn't began rusting yet so I could get in aslong as I changed the padlock soon. I walked through the unnecessarily large gate and held it with a brick near the wall and pushed my bike onto the driveway. I locked the gate and walked to the front door. I rolled my eyes to see a golden door knocker with a lion face on it, like all the protencious rich assholes you see on TV. I used the other key and slid it into the golden lock next to the golden lion face. That has to go one day....

I stepped inside the house and was treated to a large hallway with a small  diamond chandelier hanging from the cream coloured roof with oak skirting boards which complements the red dark purple wallpaper. There was a staircase to the left fitted with a smooth black carpet and oak hand railings to go with the skirting boards. To the left was the kitchen. It had black and white tiling with mint green painted walls. The cupboards were above the worktop and below it which would soon hold the dishes and food when I actually buy some stuff. It had white marble work surfaces aswell as the breakfast bar with black stools. It conjoined with a small dining room with red wallpaper and a black dining table. There was a small cupboard in the corner which had the boiler and power controls. Back through the hallway and to the door on the right of the front door was the living room. The flooring was a dark grey carpet and black wallpaper with more oak skirting boards and white blinds covering the windows. There was 2 black leather sofas and a black armchair with a foot rest. There was also a large cabinet where the TV would soon be when I can be bothered to move it from the box. Then there was upstairs. There were 4 rooms upstairs. Firstly, there was the master bedroom which would be mine. It had black painted walls and a wooden floor made of, you guessed it, Oak! It also had a black walk in wardrobe. The bed was had arrived with all the other furniture the house came with. Then there were 2 empty rooms. 1 would be my office so I don't have to put my new Mac computer and other things I got in my room and waste a empty room. The other room would be a guest room incase any of my friends came to see me since I dont really have any family. The final room upstairs was the bathroom. It was quite big with a 2 in 1 shower and bath and a white marbel sink and an average toilet.

The house was very nice, nicer than I expected and half of my inheritance went towards the rent and I had £10000 of inheritance left so I can pay my bike off and have lots left over for my personal and I will probably get a job anyway for something to do. It was 3pm so I decided to start unpacking my clothes and other things. At about 5pm I had unpacked all my clothes and set up my new Mac. I had about 3 boxes left which were mainly just gadgets and the 2 TV's, one for the living room and the other for my room.

I pulled out my cigarettes from my back pocket and put one in my mouth. I lit it with my black lighter and sat at the desk. I sat there for about 5 Minuites before the intercom rang at the gate. I stubbed out the cigarette in my ashtray and ran down the stairs to the intercom controls by the door. "Hello?" I said through the microphone. "Hi, I'm your new neighbour... I thought I would come over and introduce myself"a deep voice said from the other end of the intercom. "Oh, I will be with you in a moment" I said grabbing my keys to unlock the gate. I opened the door and shut it behind me. I walked up to the gate and unlocked it. Before me stood a man in jeans and a black shirt. "Hey I'm Tom" he said holding his hand out to me. "I'm Dylan" shaking his hand. I can't use the name Reece anymore cus Reece is meant to be dead, I'm Dylan James Snow now not Reece Anthony Snow. Tom looked like he was in his late 20's. He had a large amount of stubble and a brown quiff with the brown eyes to match. "I made this for you as a welcome gift" He said handing me a plate of white chocolate chip cookies. "Thanks" I said taking the plate from him with a smile. "Listen I better run back next door, I have a chicken in the oven and we don't want another cooking incident in the house again" he chuckled. "That wouldn't be good" I smirked. "I'm just nextdoor if you need anything" he said stepping backwards. "Cheers" I thanked him. "Welcome to the neighbour!"