Luke Next Door

New Neighbors?

I'm Christy. But most people call me Chris. I've lived in this neighborhood for 17 years of my life, the only time I've spent out of it is when I go to school.

I live here alone with my mom. My dad left when I was just 5 months old, but we've managed to live through all of the disasters and payments that came our way. Mom works 24/7 at the hospital and you can usually find me, home, alone, in my room.

The neighborhood I live in is old and dark surrounded by the woods. There are at least five decades included in these houses past and most of them today are either up for sale or rent. Most people only stop by to rent. Until they can find a better place to live, it's actually nice to see new faces every once in awhile. Until for the first time in 6 years, a 'sold' sign was pinned in the front yard of the house right across from mine.

2 days later came in a huge moving truck packed tight full of furniture and boxes. The first one to exit the truck was a larger, well groomed man who looked like he had authority over people. Probably an Officer, Chief or maybe a Commander? Next one out is a woman who appears close to his age almost teacher like. Perfect posture, chin up and nose pointed to the sky as if there were a string attached to it pulling her head up. Then out jumps a young blonde haired boy with a soccer ball wrapped in his arms as he shuts the door to the truck and starts to kick the ball around the yard.

I began to walk away from my window until I heard the motor of a muscle car soaring past the house and making a sharp swoop into the drive-way of the house across from mine. Out of the drivers door in that grey mustang grew a tall black hooded figure wearing black ripped skinny jeans and a black loose fitted hoodie. The person slammed the door and jogged into the house. Defiantly grabbed my attention and gave me a thought of warning. I didn't think too much into it but I was for sure curious.

The couple stood in the front yard admiring the home and pointing out places that were in obvious need of repair. The street lights kicked on and they pulled out 3 air mattress boxes from the truck and the older gentleman made the lights flicker signaling it was locked for the night. On the second floor bedroom, the light kicked on. There were no blinds or curtains put on their windows yet so I had perfect view of everything in that room, also due to the fact it was perfectly inline with my window. The tall person once coated in black stood in the doorway with black boxer briefs and still in the loose fitted hoodie. He removed the hood revealing his messily spiked up blonde hair.

He strolled over towards the window and unzipped the jacket and took it off. There he stood in nothing but black boxers briefs and a white muscle shirt. Messy hair and a groggy tired look on his face. He got close enough that I noticed he had a lip ring on the bottom left corner of his mouth and a tattoo of an empty arrow heart on the right side of his chest barely touching his shoulder.

I was trying to study it, but forgot I had left my light on and the glowing color of my blue room grabbed the attention of his eyes which were the exact same shade as my room, and he caught me. My eyes grew and my heart raced as he grew a light friendly grin. With my left hand I waved and with the other I reached for the string and pulled the blinds down. Slamming my face down on my bed as a thousand things went through my mind of how creepy he probably thought I was! Without thinking I grabbed a pad of sticky notes and wrote "sorry" really small on one and taped it to my window in hopes he won't see it but it just gave me a little relief.

I went down stairs and grabbed a piece of pizza and a soda out of the fridge. Then skipped back up to my room and took the sticky note off the window. I ate, drank and fell asleep with my head buried in my pillow.