The Boy Next Door (on hold for now)

Part 2

Later that night I couldn't seem to fall asleep, the more you turned I my head at an attempt to get comfortable, the harder it became. Eventually I just gave up. To me being outside was relaxing. So that's the first place I went. Slowly and quietly sneaking through the house, trying my hardest to not wake my parents or Harrison. Getting past the screen door was the hardest part as it made the most noise. But after 5 minutes of carefully opening it at a snail's pace you were outside. A cool winter's breeze blew through your hair. I went straight for the swing to just sit down and maybe try and gently swing myself to sleep. It was working until I heard a screen door opening. I froze, as I thought it was my door. Harrison might not tell, but if it was my parents I was dead. I just sat still and hoped for the best. It was not until I realised that it was next door who has opened their door, that my muscles relaxed. I peeked over the fence and I just made at an outline of boy with curly hair. He saw the outline of my head and I blushed. I sat on the grass next to the fence.
"Can't sleep either?" he asked me. His voice was high pitched but soothing in a way. I heard a rustling of grass and I guessed he sat down as well.
"No," I sighed.
"My mind just keeps me awake," he explained.
"What are you thinking about?"
"The future..."
"But your like seven," I say wondering why.
"I have noting better to do,"
"Then why are you out here with me?" I asked.
"You seem nice," he complimented.
"I saw you peeking over my fence," I rattled him out.
"I was only wondering what you were doing all by yourself," he said.
"Maybe next time come join me," I offered.
"Maybe I will," I retorted.
"You can meet Harrison, he's the same age as you," I added.
"It's only fair if I bring the twins over. They are younger but they are a handful," he laughed.
"I'll knock on your door around 10?" I  asked.
"It's a plan,"
A few minutes after that the boy next door had gone back inside. I had just had a conversation with a strange boy, got on well, agree to meet again and I don't even know his name or what he looks like. Mysterious, I like it.

The next day I had to convince Harrison to come over to the neighbours house without it being too obvious that I stayed up for at least 3 hours taking to one.
"say Harrison, why don't we meet our new neighbours?" I asked indescrectly.
"why now you've never asked before?" he asked suspiciously.
"I heard they are very quiet when you left and I thought they could use some friends," you shrugged and hoped for the best.
"ehh why not," he sighed.
Yes, it worked.
"Mum, Em and I are going over next door!" called out Harrison letting mum know where we were going.
"be nice!" she replied. I took a hold of Harrison's wrist and pulled him through the door. We both ran over to the neighbours house, jumping over their small hedge and onto the front patio. I knocked on the door. We heard some murmured voices and a shadow appeared in the frosted glass, I knew exactly who it was. The boy next door opened the door. I recognised his brown curls that we're messily draped against his forehead. He had slightly crooked teeth and brown eyes that made you smile when you looked into them.
"Hello," he said winking at me. 
"I'm Harrison and this is my sister Emma..."
"I'm Thomas," he smiled.
"We were just wondering if we could be friends, since we're neighbours and all?" continued Harrison.
"Sure, I'll introduce you to my family," agreed Thomas. He let us in and we walked down the hallway which has several family photos together with Thomas's big smiling face. In the lounge room was his parents sitting with the twin boys.
"Mum, dad this is Harrison and Emma, the kids from next door,"
"Nice to meet you,  this is Harry and Sam," said the woman. I just smiled politely.
"I guess we will leave you five to it," said the guy walking down the hallway with his wife.
"So Thomas do you have any games?" asked Harrison.
"Just call me Tom, and yeah we have a couple,"