neighbours ; irwin

neighbors ; irwin - intro

Peter Alfonse Gwyne, the self proclaimed feminist that felt very strongly about personal space and animal rights rushed down the near empty street in hopes of spotting her mothers most recent protest.

Peter's mother was no doubt a hippy, changing her name to 'lavender' when she was of legal age, taking pride in owning multiple flower crowns, going months without shaving and often holding protests (how stereotypical).

The local health food store was empty due to the amount of people crowded around a screaming Lavender who held a sign with 'female rights' printed across it, Peter came to a halt, standing next to a tall brunette who held his iPhone in his hands - recording the 'crazy lady'.

Tapping her foot on the pavement impatiently Peter listens to Lavender call people up to sign her petition. Peter was due back at her apartment in twenty minutes for a dinner with a few friends that had been planed for weeks but her mothers protest seemed to drag in and on.

"Excuse me" Peter huffs, tapping on the shoulder of the brunette standing beside her, "could you please inform the protester that 'Peter has gone home', thanks"

The man nods slowly, watching peters small body slither away for the crowd and down the street.

Her small and old apartment was located a block away from the health store, meaning it was only short walk home but she was supposed to make a desert which was unlikely to happen in ten minutes but a bowl of ice cream would do the trick.

Peter stepped into the elevator, pressing the circular button with a faded '6' resting on the center, moving from one foot to another she waits for the elevator to return her to her floor. Peter was a girl with multiple traits and strengths, she was someone that you would view as perfect but she thought otherwise, people see her as the punk rock feminist that is very athletic and absolutely stunning, but Peter saw herself as a footballer (soccer for my fellow Australians) that has fantastic taste in music, feels very strongly about feminism and has multiple flaws - like the fake tooth she received after a training or the stretch mark on her quads from when she started to bulk up a bit from all her sports and if we were to dig deeper we would uncover the fact that she absolutely despises her personality -.

Stepping out of the lift she jogs towards her front door, unlocking it and pushing it open, ignoring the faint panting coming from behind her.

"Excuse me" someone calls over Peters shoulder, "can you unlock my door, my arms are full"

Swinging around Peter finds herself face to face with another tall man with shaggy brown hair, his hands full of boxes, "oh, you're my new neighbour! ", grabbing the key that sits under his doormat Peter smiles, "welcome to level 6"

wow, this is like the first story that i will most definitely follow through with because I love it so much.

and i get that everyone is probably sick of girls in fanfics having manly names like peter but it kinda has to be something like that because of her mum (you'll get it later on)... Well yeah, ily, bye.