Scars, Suicide and Australians

Moving In And Laughing Fits

*the next day*

Luke's POV

There was some removal vans outside yesterday. I hope the new neighbours aren't fucking boring old people.

Ana's POV

Becky and I had sent for our stuff, and the removal vans had been at our house roughly half an hour before we got there. We had a big house, with a big backyard and a pool. I just hope the neighbours aren't fucking boring old people.

After we had sorted out our shit and unpacked, we decided to go over and meet the new neighbours. I knocked on the door, and was greeted by a tired looking James Yammouni.

I LIVE NEXT DOOR TO THE FUCKING JANOSKIANS YOU FUCKING SICK CUNTS.

I hugged him and said hi, and Becky did the same. We walked in and heard Luke yell "who the fuck was it, james?"

"Come down and see for your fucking self" James yelled back.

We heard four separate footsteps running downstairs. They all looked mildly shocked. Skip and I looked at each other and just collapsed laughing, everyone looking at us like we were retards.

"We joked about this on the plane" skip just managed to choke out as I laughed even harder. Everyone just looked at each other, shrugged and joined in the laughter.