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"Brad, someone's moving into the house across the street!" An excited Janet Majors reported from her spot in the living room window. "I just knew someone would! It's such a gorgeous place... Oh, I wonder who it is!"
Brad rolled his eyes, never moving from his chair and barely taking a moment to glance away from his book. "That's great, honey." Just great. She was probably going to talk about this until she got so frustrated that she baked something as an excuse to go over and drag him along.
The house was a happy little yellow thing, smaller than the house they currently occupied, but apparently with a certain charm that appealed to his wife. Mr. Majors was convinced, after the sudden death of its most recent inhabitant, that it was a place for weirdos-and he did know a thing or two about weirdos. This town seemed to be a beacon for them.
"Ugh, Brad!" Janet scolded, standing up and fixing her dress. "You have no idea, do you?" His wife stalked off in the direction of the kitchen. Baking already. It was going to be one of those days...
Janet grabbed her apron, which was the same shade and style as her mother's, and put it on without skipping a beat. Pots and pans clashed and clamored as she rushed around slamming cabinets closed in search of the perfect welcoming meal for the new owner of her dream house. Somewhere in that silly voice of his, she heard Brad say something about her 'obsession'. "I heard that, Bradley Majors! Do not give me an excuse to use one of these pans on your head!"
He grew silent, and she went back to her original task. Cake? Cake was good.
I am NOT obsessed, Janet thought to herself as she pondered the whereabouts of her favorite pan. Her psychologist had suggested that she may get attached to certain things or places-possibly memories or even people due to the strange and traumatic events that had taken place on the day of she and Brad's engagement. So far she hadn't noticed herself doing any of that.
After that night, she'd distanced herself from it all. Dyed her hair brown and taken up smoking, then quit when she remembered what she'd seen Brad doing on that screen. Finally, with a damaged voice and a half-there heart, she'd fallen for the house across the street. Unobtainable, like that place and those horrifying people.
With the pan discovered and the soon to be cake in the oven, Janet plopped down into one of the smaller seats at the table-probably meant for the children she didn't plan on having anytime soon, and leand forward to put her face in her hands.
Meanwhile, Brad was looking out the window, his book discarded and glasses hanging halfway off of his hand. A confused expression was on his face, which was unusual for the intelligent and typically unbothered man. A woman was walking across the street, her blonde hair hanging down to her mid-back and a smooth smile on her face. "Janet?" He called in more of a shout than his normal tone.
There was a knock at the door a few moments later, startling Janet and leaving the ever heroic Brad Majors staring at the green door with a look that brought to mind hopelessness and shock if there had ever been such an expression. A "Hello?" Came from one side, muffled but still high pitched. From another room there was an "I've got it!" And footsteps.
The door opened, Janet looked perplexed like a deer caught in the headlights. Without a word coming out of her mouth, both people screamed in their mind.
"I'm... Laura Ansalong." The blonde said in a nasally voice, pausing for a moment before saying her name. "I moved in the house across the street. I saw you through the window," she gestured to Brad, "And I figured I should probably introduce myself!" She smiled politely at the couple, only faltering when the two exchanged a glance.
"Nice to meet you!" Janet stepped up to the woman, pushing back the growing horror in her mind while her husband stared ahead. "I'd invite you in, but it's a mess in here!" She hoped her new neighbor didn't notice the impeccable state her home was in.
Laura shook her head and waved her hand. "That's fine, darlin'! I need to get back over there anyway." She smiled politely. "But I do have a question."
Please don't mention any castles or men wearing women's clothing, Brad begged her in his mind. Janet just continued to smile, handling bad situations easily-as always. "Yes? I've lived in Denton all of my life, so I know everything about The Home of Happiness!"
"Do you know where Dentonvale is? I've got hired for a job there, but I have no idea where it is!" She chuckled, a high, nasally laugh that made the only man in the room uncomfortable.
Janet walked out of the door, closing it behind her as she went. Her voice could still be heard talking to the Ansalong woman as she went. Always finding a way to get into that house. His wife was crazy, that was for sure.
Brad was running a hand through his hair at the smell of something burning. "Dammit, Janet!" He sighed, heading towards the kitchen. "That smells like cake! Why do you do this to me?"
As he retrieved the blackened 'cake' from the oven, something occurred to him. "She looked like Columbia!"
The former dessert hit the ground as the man stood. This couldn't start over, they'd barely managed to make it work after the first incident!
AN: Did you guys like it? I'm a sucker for reviews, so I'd love to hear what you think! Keep in mind this was written in a few hours and on my phone, so I guess they'll be some mistakes throughout this chapter?