The Boy Next Door

(Gerard’s P.O.V)
I peeked through my curtains, the wind softly brushing the white fabric against my face. My eyes scanned the street landing on a small shiny red car, parked in front of the house on my left. A large truck parked behind the car blocking my view of my new neighbours. The drivers started shipping out the furniture from the truck, carefully manoeuvring it into the house. A teenage boy around the same age as me came out from behind the truck, a guitar slung over his back and a suitcase in both hands. He wore black tight jeans and a misfits t-shirt, his dark brown hair falling over his face limply. A lady appeared behind him which I could only presume was his mother, she walked past oblivious to her son which was struggling with all the bags. There was no sign of a father which I found interesting, my mind going over all the possible reasons as to why not.
My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of shattering glass which erupted from down stairs followed by someone running up to my room at full speed. I tensed up on instinct and waited for the person to reveal their face. Mikey rushed into my room slamming the door shut and barred it using my large wooden chest. Tears poured down his face dripping of his chin and onto the floor. He tried to dry his face with his shaking hands, small whimpers coming from him as he tried to muffle his crying. Loud unsteady footstep started coming from the stairs, my heart accelerating with panic. I grabbed the now wailing Mikey clamping my hand over his mouth and pulling him to me, I whispered into his ear trying to calm him slightly. Dad pounded on the door making the door handle rattle, bringing his attention to the contraption that would lead him to us. We both froze as the door handle turned, hoping to god the chest would hold back the intoxicated man. The chest scraped against the wood floor, catching on a broken floor board which held it in place. Muffled curse word floated through the door as he tried to open it. “I know yooouu’re in there.” He slurred while kicking the door. A gasp sounded from the other side of the door as he lost his balance and went rolling down the stair case. I released my grip on Mikey letting out a breath I hadn’t realised I’d been holding.I pulled Mikey into a tight hug, swaying slightly as we both recovered from our nerves. He started crying again hiccupping every so often. My hand rubbed circles on his back, trying to comfort him once again. “W-Why does he have to d-do t-this” Mikey stuttered out, his tears finishing up. “I don’t know M” I whispered, sad that he had to go through this at his age. I let go of him making my way to the door and pushing the chest back. The door swung open leaving the small attic staircase in full view. I followed the steps with my eyes, smirking once I saw my dad at the bottom, his right arm at an odd angle.I wonder back to my room ignoring the injured man, mum will find him soon enough.
Mikey was lying on my bed, his blond hair fanned across the pillow and his glasses abandoned on the bed side table. I lay down next to him humming a tune as my fingers ran through his hair, waiting for him to drift off. My mind started wondering to our new neighbours, especially the teenager. I wondered if he was going to go to my school. We could become friends said a small voice in my head. I snorted out loud causing Mikey to shiftin his sleep. Yeah right, he wouldn’t be friends with me. He’s the new kid on the block, he would want to be popular at school. Something that would defiantly not happen if he rocked up to school with me. I sighed making my way to the window. My window had an excellent view into the new neighbours house, perfect for my people watching. I quickly noticed a white guitar sitting directly under the window, a small smile crept over my face as he walked in totally oblivious to me watching him. He milled about sorting out the boxes on his floor, pulling out photo frames, books and other personal belongings. He started decorating the walls with various posters, moving towards the window. He glanced up, hazel eyes locking with mine. I studied his face noticing a scorpion tattoo on the side of his neck. He smiled and waved at me, god he has a beautiful smile said the little voice in my head. He blushed and walked away becoming nervous when I didn’t respond. I stepped back from the window, my emotions tumbling around my head. I groaned and flopped on to the bed miraculously not waking the slumbering Mikey.

Notes

Hey guys! This is my first fic without an editor. Please comment :D Hope you enjoy.