Dear Starboy (a rewrite)

The Neighbourhood (ORIGINAL)

((An: I'll put (ORIGINAL) if it's ALL my work and (REWRITE) if its a well its a rewrite))

Let me tell you a story, The story of how a plain old boring boy fell in love with a boy who's head was always in the stars, and still is to this very day.

"Like daddy!" A child chirped looking at the man telling her the story

"Yeah just like daddy" a male sat on her bed looking at her, a caring motherly smile on his face

It's a story of love, sadness, loss and happiness, but it has a happy ending at the end I promise

It starts in a town, just like any, it had the same white picket fence houses than any other town had, plain and dull, the buildings lined up like soldiers in pretty neat rows, one after another only the content inside and the numbers changing. The very similar houses never looked different unless you looked closely, peeking through open curtains, seeing the family inside as if it was a dolls house. Potholes littered the roads outside, left neglected, a maze of worn-down paths working its way through the rows of homes occupied by strangers we'll never meet or know the name of. There was hustle and bustle as people left their homes for work on the Saturday morning where we begin, kids rushing outside to play in the warm sun, stay at home parents sitting on the lawn doing handcrafts while making sure the children behaved themselves and didn't play on the empty roads or start a fight.

But we're not focusing on the whole town, let's meet the estate. The estate this all happened, This time, you had a miss-match of houses, the whole place patchwork, one of the poorer places in the town, it looked run down, but to the people there it was home. It was named 'moonstone' estate, a posh name coming from its old happy rich days back in the Victorian times. The place was very peaceful, parks on every block, birds chirping and flower beds lining the road. Barely anything happened here, the neighbours had not charged, the stray cat that always lurked outside, in the ally between the two houses we are focusing on, In fact, one is the very house we're in right now back then there was a tree just outside your bedroom window

"Really papa?" The small child looked at her father, who smiled and pet her hair

"Yeah. Really. I remember that tree well, I'll tell you more about it later in the story Mon Amor" the void eyed father smiled  before carrying on with his story

The street was like any other street, potholes, weirdos, litter and homeless, the kids didn't play on the streets because there were no kids living here back then, it was a very sad lonely street. The soft rain hit the only child for blocks, a black-shirted male with black eyes.
"It's you, Papa!!"

"Yeah it's me"
He was sat in his front yard, playing on his base, a checkered base called Susan, just messing with the notes, trying to make a song, although he wasn't too good at that. He didn't want to be in the house, it was a place he dreaded to be, it made him super comfortable, he hated living where he did.

Then came a call from the inside, his father. The only family he had left, sadly, they hadn't seen his mother in ages, she had left one day and never come back, not even once looking back at how she left her son with a horrible man. No one knew why she'd left out of the blue. An affair? Was she just done? Only she knew and she was miles away, most likely never to return. "TOM GET YOUR STUPID ASS IN HERE!" And of course, he had too, his father wasn't one to be messed around with, you had to listen to that man or else.

Standing the teen called tom entered the house, base in hand, it had been a gift from his mother, from before she left, one of two things she left in the boy's possession to remember her by, the second being the bear you're holding right now. His father was oddly sober, he'd always drowned himself in alcohol since the mother left. He sighed in relief. Thank god. He didn't like to talk about what happened when he Was home with his father, who was drunk.

Walking into the living room he lent on the door frame to the dreadlocked man inside. His dad's hair was once an odd afro like toms, making them pineapple esk. "Yeah pa?" The teen looked at him playing with his shirt.

His dad flicked the channel on the tv, channel surfing. He shot his son a look to his son "we're getting new neighbours in a week."

Tom nodded and walked away, wondering what would happen, with the new neighbours in 'stargazer' lane.

((BOOM! there you go. The first chapter. Hope you enjoy it.))