Hey guys :3 I've started working this fic while, unfortunately, dropping my other one (Siren) for the time being. But this one will be better, trust me! :3 I feel like while writing that one I was walking on eggshells the entire time, trying not to write anything TOO OOC...so, maybe this one will turn out better because I'll have practiced! This one will be a little slower, a little fluffier, but definitely still smutty... . Forgive me, for I simply cannot resist! D:

So this one was inspired by a REALLY SDFHYHRSTEGRFWDRGTYHg photoset by quaintwin on tumblr of Dianna lying in the sand wearing a chunky sweater, yet still looking undeniably sexy while the photo beneath/above (?) it had Darren from his People's Sexiest Man Alive photoshoot shirtless and on the beach looking down at her with that adorable, sexy shoulder and just qwefgrthyuntyregfwd go look, PLEASE D:

Also, I made a separate tumblr called darrenxdianna to keep all of my inspiration to write my Diarren fics. It's quite beautiful, so check it out if you want3

Darren awoke with a start, rubbing rapidly at his eyes and trying to focus enough to find the source of that wretched noise. He blinked and squeezed his eyelids, turning away from the bright light streaming through the window. He'd forgotten to shut the curtains last night.

Again.

Fuck.

He groaned and rolled over, tangling in the sheets. The noise was still there, a light hammering. Who could possibly be up this early? He cracked an eye and checked his phone. 12:41 AM.

"Shiiiit."

He, quite literally, rolled out of bed and walked towards the window, running a hand through his thick, messy curls. Two people, one a middle-aged man in a suit and the other a rather burly woman in construction attire, were removing the 'For Sale' sign from the lawn of the house directly across the street. Had someone finally bought that house?

Throwing on a t-shirt from next to his bed, Darren lazily made his way downstairs and out of the door, rubbing his eyes as they tried to adjust to the California sunlight on a clear day.

"Uh, hi! My name's Darren," he gave them a polite smile and shook the man's hand, "and I was wondering-did someone finally buy the house?"

"Yep! Sure did," The man said, "and it's about time, too! Been on the market for nearly two years! But simple beauties like this don't get sold every day now."

Darren stared at the house, with its overgrown grass and its bare front step. It was identical to his own, along with the two next to it, but it's been the only one vacant for as long as he'd moved here three months ago.

"Huh. Well, would you happen to know who bought it?"

"Sure do! Some cute little dame, a regular girl-next-door!" He threw a wink in his direction before adding, "Say…you wouldn't happen to have yourself a girlfriend or nothin', would ya?"

"No…" Darren answered hesitantly.

"Well then you're in for one hell of a summer, boy!" He added, waggling his eyebrows, "If I were you I'd get on that ride before somebody else did."

The construction woman paused briefly to give him a disgusted look that went unnoticed by him before continuing to remove the sign. Darren thought he heard her whisper something under her breath that vaguely sounded like, "Pig."

"Uh…alright, well…thanks, man!" He smiled awkwardly, heading back to his house. This guy really was appalling.

Maybe he'd make some cookies or something to welcome the new girl in the block. Or maybe the classic jello-mold? It certainly wouldn't hurt.

The next morning, while washing his breakfast dishes, he'd paused due to the sound of a rather loud outside of his house. He dropped the soapy plate in the sink and ran outside to locate the source of the noise.

A large U-Haul was parked in the street, just to the side of the no-longer-vacant house across the street. Movers were carrying boxes upon boxes out of the back of the truck, along with some quirky looking furniture. He could see a few bodies moving back and forth through the large window in the front of the house, but couldn't quite see the face.

Maybe he should get on those cookies…

About an hour later, cookies fresh out of the oven, hot and on a paper plate, he walked out of the front door and towards the house across the street. He gave a friendly wave and smile to the movers, asking if they possibly needed any help.

They just laughed, "No, no, kid. We're good."

He shrugged, still smiling, "Well, I'll be out with some lemonade or something, then." He called, walking towards the door.

"Hey, thanks!"

Darren gave them one last smile before turning to the doorway, knocking on the open door. After a few moments he ducked his head through the doorway and casually looked around, but all he could see was movers shuffling boxes furniture around while others dropped boxes in the kitchen area.

"Hello?" he called.

"Yes?" a woman's voice came.

Darren looked to his right and saw a tall woman, blonde and gorgeous in a distinctly exotic way, made her way over to the door while texting away on her BlackBerry. She called out to one of the men holding the boxes to be extra careful with the boxes labeled 'China.'

"Uh, hi!" he said kindly, holding his hand out, "I live across the street. Are you the new tenant?"

The woman looked up from her phone and raised her eyebrows, smiling. She shook his hand enthusiastically, "Neighbor, you said?"

"Yeah, right there." Darren pointed to his house on the other side of the road.

"Oh, no, dear boy, I'm just helping out my niece. Actually," she pointed over her shoulder, "do you want me to get her?"

"Oh," Darren shrugged, "sure!"

"D!" she called loudly over her shoulder.

A muffled voice from upstairs responded, "Yeah?"

"Can you come down here a minute? One of your very cute neighbors wants to introduce himself," She smiled and threw him a wink, "and he brought cookies!"

"How cute is he?" Came the laughing voice, a little clearer this time, as a pair of legs descended the stairs. Darren craned his neck to get a better view when-

"Dianna?"

"Darren?" Dianna stopped dead in her tracks at the foot of the stairs, jaw dropped, "What are you doing here?"

"Do you two know each other?" the woman clapped her hands together excitedly, smiling impossibly wide.

"Uh..." Darren stared, his brain short-circuiting. Dianna…lived here now? "I…I, uh, live across the street and…I baked some cookies for the new neighbor…" she smiled widely, realization hitting him, "which, I guess is you!"

A silent, slightly awkward moment passed before Dianna's aunt took the plate from Darren's hands, grinning as she walked into the kitchen, "Well, looks like you guys have some catching up to do! I'm gonna go bring in the rest of the boxes, kay?"

"…Kay" Dianna said, a little dazed and still staring at Darren in disbelief, "You're my…neighbor?"

Darren walked towards her and pulled her into a tight hug, to which she responded to equally as warmly, and laughed, "I guess so!"

Darren pulled back first, smiling as he took her in fully for the first time. She wore a simple white dress, sweet in the southern kind of way, with her hair in loose curls framing her bare face. She smiled brightly at him, her cheeks tinted a light pink from what he guessed was his unashamed stare.

Well, this was going to be one hell of a summer.

Honestly, not too fond of the way this chapter ended so I'll probably change this soon...great, now I gotta come up with a summary...anyway, please comment! I need it now more than ever! I'll take ANY constructive criticism you have! I just wanna be better!