neighbours;muke

✘chapter 1✘

A/N: So, im planning to make this fic long and im going to try to write a little bit better (Again, im sorry for my english, im from Argentina) Im going to write this in Michael's p.o.v, Luke's p.o.v, and narrator's p.o.v so I can write in many perspectives. I really hope you enjoy this fic!! :)

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narrator

It was the Summer of the year 2000, in Sydney. 

Moving trucks were all over the street. Appereantly, the new people in the neighbourhood liked furniture. 

And who were the new people who just moved to St.Paul's street? 

A small famlily, conformed by a young boy, and his mother. It was incredible to see how many things they brought for the house if the family was so small. The home where they were moving was indeed quite big, a detached house, with black fences, and a wall made by bricks. 

The curious 4-years old blonde, who lived next door, was waken up at 9:00 AM by the sound of voices and people opening and closing a door.  Luke of course knew what was happening. Even at a young age, he knew most of the things some people just ignore. 

He yawned a couple of times, and finally got up from bed. He grabbed his stuffed penguin and went to his window, which was quite big. He could see another window, the one from the next door house, which was a couple of meters away,  and the street.

When he stared at the street, he met with the eyes of another young boy. This young boy was short, thin, and had a messy, dark-blonde hair. Even in the distance, he could see his green eyes shining. 

The other boy continued too look at Luke, but then he was snapped back to reality, when his mother yelled at him;

''Mikeyyy! Come and pick up your spiderman underwear!''

Michael started blushing like mad and Luke started laughing.  Michael stopped staring at Luke, and tried to act cool by yelling back to his mom ''That's not mine!'' 

Poor Mikey. While he was walking back to the truck, he fell on the street. He tried not to cry, knowing that the blonde boy was staring at him. He got up and said a million times to his mother ''Im fine''

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The new neighbours had finally finished to decorate their new home. Yes indeed, it was really fast, since they did eveything in one day. But they got many help from young men and women.

Luke got bored of playing with his legos. He sighed and got up. He looked through his window and realized that the window of the neighbours, was the window of the boy's room.

It was easy to notice, since he could see all of the toys and boy's shirts all across the room. He never realized that if he jumped, he could get to the other window without being injured. He was still on his thoughts when he had an idea.

Luke was never good at making friends, since he was a little bit shy. Sometimes he felt lonely. But now he had the chance of being friends with someone who was extremely near to him, so he had to try.

He didn't want to talk to him, not yet. He knew that if he waited for the other boy to appear in his room, he would look like he was weird.

After a while of thinking, he had this brilliant idea. He grabbed a piece of paper from his desk, and he intended to write but he still was learning to do so. He even wondered if the boy next door could read or write.. But he didn't care. He needed to ask someone to write for him, so he asked his mom, Liz.

''Lukey, what is this paper for?'' She asked, with a curious tone.

Luke sighed and told her that it was nothing, and he begged for her to stop asking questions and just write.

Liz obeyed, and wrote what Luke wanted her to write. 

The paper displayed a message, which said ''Do you wanna be my friend?''

Luke admired the work his mother did, even if it was something so simple. He just loved his mom's handwritting. And for last, he did a paper plane with the paper. He took a deep breath, and throw it out the window. 

Yay! The paper plane had entered to the other boy's room. But now, Luke was incredibly nervous. He realized he had to wait a long time for the other boy to read the message.

What if he didn't notice it was there? What if he threw it? What if...

It was too late for thinking. Luke crawled into his small bed and fell asleep.

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It was a rainy Sunday, and Luke loved rain. He woke up feeling excited. He stood up and stepped on a paper. 

It was the paper plane.

And it had a small, blue-inked ''Yes''

Luke smiled and danced with a victory smile. 

''You are weird'' 

He heard that and turned around, realizing that the other boy was looking at him from the other window, laughing. 

Luke was chocking with his words, trying to make up an excuse. ''E-r-r'' Was the only thing that came out from his mouth, like a million of times.

''Save that, Im Michael. What's your name?'' He asked being friendly.

''Im Lucas, but people call me Luke. Nice to meet you!''

 And that, was the begging of everything.