Okay you guys, this was supposed to be a oneshot but I am unable to keep anything that short so it will be three pieces. I just had this dream about Mitchell, George and Annie getting a new neighbor that was something, well, extraordinary. I will let the story speak for itself. Hope you like it!
Bye!
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"I think someone is moving in next door!" Annie squealed and peaked out the front door to get a better look, he and George both sighed and looked at each other but when they heard the big motorcycle engine come to a stop and saw Annie's franticly waiving hand they resigned to their curiosity and joined her in the door. A big moving truck covered the view of what must have been the new neighbor and the bike and disappointed they got back inside and closed the door.
A couple of days later they had only heard the bike roaring up and down the street but never seen more of the owner than when it quickly sped pass their windows to or from an unknown destination. It was late in the afternoon and he was still in bed, trying to ignore the rumbling in his stomach and the sunlight that was shining through a crack in his curtains when a loud knock was heard from down stairs.
"Annie! The door!" He yelled, uneager to get up. There was another knock;
"Annie!" He yelled again before realizing that he was probably home alone. With a heavy sigh he got up, pulled on a hoodie and went down stairs just as a third knock came;
"I'm coming, hold on!" He muttered under his breath before taking a deep breath and opening the door, his nerves still a bit fried since the incident with Fleur and Bernie even if it was all blown over now. He opened the door and just stared.
"Hello." She smiled with a strange accent, the woman in front of him had very short, red, almost auburn hair that were standing straight up from her head, her arms were well defined and her bare shoulders broad, showing that she probably worked out a lot. She wore a long, bright blue, V-necked dress that left her arms and shoulders bare and showed some cleavage. Her eyes that looked at him with a bright shine in them were green and had long dark eyelashes. On top of her head was a pair of big sunglasses and on her hands she wore black and white cutoff-gloves, almost like his.
He realized that she was waiting for a response;
"Hello." He said, hesitating.
"Here." She handed him a covered tray of something that smelled sweet and strawberries; 'I am Dee, I moved in next door a couple of days ago, I just wanted to say hello, getting to know my neighbors a bit." She still smiled and then wrinkled her brow; "Did I wake you up? I am so sorry, I can come back at a better time."
"No, no, its fine, I was getting up anyway. Mitchell, I am Mitchell." He stretched out his free hand and when they touched a shiver went down his spine; her hand was almost colder than his.
"Nice to meet you Mitchell. Well, I'll hope you like my cupcakes, and now I will let you get back inside, it looks like the sun is bugging you, you are not sick are you?" Her voice had a different accent to it but sounded concerned.
"Thank you, I am sure we will. No, I think it's just a migraine." 'Lie' He thought to himself.
"Well, bye then." She gave him another big smile and turned around, he looked after her as she walked back towards the little blue house, her skirts swaying and the clicking of high heels sounding. He had to rub his eyes because he could've sworn he saw a cat sitting on her shoulder and another walking by her side even if there hadn't been any one near them as they were talking. The one on her shoulder turned its head, looked straight at him with bright green eyes and blinked slowly before looking forward again. Slowly he stepped back inside and closed the door behind him.
"Oh that smells delicious, what is it?"
"AH! Annie!" He almost dropped the plate as she popped up next to him
"What? You look like you've seen a ghost. Literally." She joked and took the plate from him, lifting the small cloth that was covering it and inhaled, wandering off into the kitchen. He followed and sunk down at the table.
"Not a ghost, but I think I just met our new neighbor."
"What's he like?"
"Not he, she, and I really can't say, she was tiny, colorful and had very cold hands."
"You think she's a vampire?" Annie hopped up and sat on the countertop, plucking at the cupcakes on the plate with a longing look.
"No, well, she didn't smell like a vampire. Or a werewolf for that matter. But anyway, it's her bike we have been hearing and she said that it was just to come by if we needed anything, I am not really sure about what she meant by that though."
"What did she look like?"
The door closed and George came into the kitchen; "Who?"
"Our new neighbor, Mitchell has met her, she brought cupcakes and has very cold hands apparently." Annie filled him in.
"Cold hands, you could feel that her hands were cold?" George turned to him with raised eyebrows.
"Yea, when we shook hands I could feel that her fingers were really cold, plus she wore gloves like me."
"Are you sure she isn't a vampire?"
"One hundred percent sure." He took a bite out of the cupcake and groaned, it was as sweet as it had smelled but had ha rich taste and a delicious chocolate-filling in the middle. Annie watched them dig in on the cupcakes and then asked again; "Well, what did she look like?"
With his mouth full he looked at her; "Red hair, green eyes, short, looks like she lifts weights, smiles a lot." 'And those hips.' He added in his head, still seeing them before his eyes, swaying from side to side.
A shove in his side woke him from his daydream; "Are you sure that's everything?" Annie teased him, suddenly sitting next to him.
"Yeah, yeah, that's it. And her name is Dee. Now I need to get to work." He stood up, and quickly left the table, grabbing his jacket and putting the cap on his head.
After finally settling in in her new little house she decided to visit her closes neighbors, first she went to the house to the left and talked to a lovely elderly couple that just seemed happy to get a visitor. Afterwards she turned back and walked over to the big, pink house on the corner. Even though the drapes were pulled she got a feeling that someone was home and after a few poundings on the door she heard someone coming down the stairs and she smiled to herself. The door creaked open and a tall, dark man opened up.
'A tall handsome stranger, how cliché.' She thought to herself and smiled up towards him;
"Hello." He squinted against the sunlight and stared at her with a slightly open mouth. After a few heartbeats of him staring at her he got himself together and gave her a small smile out of the corner of his mouth; "Hello."
"Here." She handed him her tray of cupcakes; 'I am Dee, I moved in next door a couple of days ago, I just wanted to say hello, getting to know my neighbors a bit. Did I wake you up? I am so sorry, I can come back at a better time." He looked like he had slept in his clothes and had a deep wrinkle on his left cheek from the pillow.
"No, no, its fine, I was getting up anyway. Mitchell, I am Mitchell." As they shook hands she could feel the coolness of his hand against her skin and noticed that he was wearing gloves just like her.
"Nice to meet you Mitchell. Well, I'll hope you like my cupcakes, and now I will let you get back inside, it looks like the sun is bugging you, you are not sick are you?"
"Thank you, I am sure we will. No, I think it's just a migraine." He couldn't help but to smile back at her.
"Well, bye then." She waved at him and turned towards her own home.
She knew that he was still looking at her, the cat on her shoulder turned around and looked back at him and she giggled to herself when she saw how startled he looked, raised her hand and patted the cat on its head. The other one was circling around her feet as always. When she closed the door behind her she heard Mitchell's door close as well.