A/N: Yeah, so this is my first submission on this website. A friend recommended to me to make an account or something so I decided to sign up. It seemed kind of girly, but after reading through a lot of people's stories, I see they have the same writing dedication as I do. So here I go. Thanks a ton to any who, "R&R" as I've seen people write in their author notes. I'm big on constructive criticism since I am an artist too, so I can take anything you got to dish. Insert-smiley-face-here.

The Boys Next Door

CRASH!

Brad looked up from his magazine at the sudden loud sound. Looking around from his seat in the lawn chair, all he saw was a car passing by at the speed of dirt and some birds lazing around in a tree. The same old boring Tremerton.

He was about to go back to skimming through the pages when he saw a boy with a cap walking towards the front door to his house, unsuccessfully hiding a bat behind his back.

The boy continued to walk until he passed by Brad's chair. Brad grabbed onto his head. He stopped walking and gulped.

"Tuck," said Brad in a condescending tone.

"It was an accident, I swear!" pleaded his little brother, not bothering to hide the bat anymore.

"Brad gave him an incredulous look. "What did you do?" he asked, getting up and looking down at him.

He could see Tuck fidgeting in his shoes. "Well I was playing with my ball, by myself, I might add, since SOMEONE didn't wanna play with me and would rather sit around all day reading a dumb magazine."

"Get on with it Tuck," Brad said with an eyeroll.

"Right. So I was playing ball and I hit it really hard with my bat so it would hit the tree, but I'm not the best aimer in the world, so…" Tuck looked over the hedge that separated different family's houses.

"Wait. You mean to tell me you hit a ball into Wakeman's house?!" Brad exclaimed, following Tuck's gaze.

"Well like I said. It was an accident. So if you don't mind." With that, Tuck proceeded to walk into the safety of their house.

"Huh-uh. No way, buddy. You go over there, get the ball back, and apologize." Brad took Tuck's head once again and turned him around.

"What?! But that's Wakeman's house! You know the rumors about that crazy old lady!" Tuck shook with terror on his face.

Brad did know of the rumors. Not that he believed them. Well, most of them anyway. "Should'a thought of that before you decided to play ball in the front lawn."

"But-"

"NOW, Tucker Cornelius Carbunkle," Brad stated, pointing towards the Wakeman house. He started to push him up the walkway.

"Okay, okay, I'm going," Tuck squeaked. Reluctantly, he made his way towards his neighbor's house while Brad went back to his lounge.

Jenny sat on the staircase and observed as the little boy with black spiky hair wearing a red shirt with a single black stripe, made his way through the foyer of her house. His movements were jerky and he kept glancing behind him for some reason. Jenny just casually sat on the third step from the bottom, elbows on her knees, resting her chin in her hands. After an initial analysis, she concluded the boy was not a threat. It was pretty obvious he was only here to get back the baseball that flew through the front door window a few minutes ago.

Seeing as how the boy looked about ready to pee himself, she decided to help him out. She got up and skipped down the few steps to pick up the ball. She held it out, and watched as her forearm down became illuminated in the daytime sun pouring through the window, leaving only that small patch lighted in the otherwise dark house.

The boy turned his head toward her, and she swears she saw his eyes bulge out of his head before he screamed and ran out of the house. Jenny could only stare in wonder at the boy's reaction and wonder what had made him so frightened. I mean, he couldn't even see what she could do yet.