Ok so this is a Fan fiction that I had in my head for a while so I'm finally going to start writing it.

Be my neighbor:

What kind of neighbors do you think the Fireflies were. Melody knows. Melody Marge move in next to the Fireflies with her stepfather, Paul. Unknowingly of the Fireflies action. I suck at Summarizes Rated M for Many reasons.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any characters but my own, so yea the Fireflies are not mine.

This Chapter Rated T: Swearing, Mild Violence.

Future warning: there will descriptive sex scenes that's just the type of person I am so if you don't like it don't read it. I'll warn you before I post them though.

It was about 3:00pm when we finally arrived into a town called Rugsville, the now supposed town that was my home. It was hot, and strangely mugged for the Texas heat. Although I wouldn't know, I had not been to Texas before this. I guess it's what I assumed about the large state.

The car drive had been about a 5 day trip, not stopping at all except for sleep. I was really looking forward to sleeping in my own bed. It would be different, my own bed was no longer in my own room, but in another that I had never seen before and would have to get used to.

My legs started to cramp. Normal for a long car ride, but uncomfortable. I decided to take my sneakers ands socks off and put my feet upon the dashboard.

"Get your fucking feet off my Dashboard," a rough voice said the second I placed my sweaty feet on the plastic. This was my step dad, a man I moderately disliked. He was now the only family I had left. Sadly, my mother was an only child to elderly parents and my dad had died in an accident when I was about 2.

I had never known him, but I had known the sorrow of his death through my mom. I had never liked my step dad very much. When mom died about 3 months ago, he started acting different. When she was around he was happy to be a father of a 17 year old girl, or at least that's what he had paraded. When she passed, he started being very anxious and quick to anger. I wonder if it's grief, but I really don't care enough to find out, we all handle death differently.

So basically, I am not trilled to be leaving my childhood home to live with a man that I've only known for 3 years, and didn't particularly like. My prior home was in upstate New York in a town called Theresa. It was a small town, like Rugsville, but from what I can tell, the people seemed more….civilized there.

"I said move your god damned feet!" he said angrily. "Fuck Paul, chill, I'm just stretching," I began putting my feet down and I got a strong slap in the face from Paul's hand. I clutched my stinging lip and looked down at my hand to see blood. " You don't speak to me like that !" God he was such an angry man. I held my lip and turned to the window.

I can only hope we get home soon.

After driving silently for another 5 minutes we turned into a long curb. There was one visible yard, and from what I could see it was not pleasant.

The yard was filthy with farm animals and tools, most looked like they had not been cleaned in a while. Bottles were hanging from posts everywhere, mostly no name brand cheap whisky and beer. Most likely from a local liquor store. There was empty wooden boxes lying near posts and the house itself looks as if it was rotting.

The wood was decaying on the sides and much of the paint had chipped off. Vaguely I could see the porch and notice an array of strange decorations displayed. The roof was missing shingles and there was a few old trees shrouding the house aside from the wood in the back.

Suddenly Paul opens in window and slowed the truck down. " How can I help you?" There was a Pale lanky man standing outside the window

The man had thin white hair that went down to his mid back. He was wearing a wife beater. Stained with what looked like dirt, and loose baggy jeans. The only word that came to mind was dirty when I saw him. There was something else though. Something I could not put my finger on. Something sinister. "What are you folks doing on my property," the lanky man asked. He took a quick look at Paul, and then let his eyes lingered on me for a minute. This was a look that I had never been giving before. He almost looked hungry. "Oh," Paul said dumbly. He then pretended that he was fidgeting for something in the car, like this white man was a cop and was asking for his license. "We are just moving in to the house over there," He pointed to trees that must have been in front of our new house. "I don't see nothing…" The white man stated. "Oh, well I have not been to it myself-" He was cut off by the lanky man. " This your Gal? she looks awfully young to be tapping for a man your age," The man said plainly as he cocked his head in the car to look at me. "No, uh…this is my…step daughter… the house is behind the tree's," Paul said trying to correct his earlier misconception. "Yea, I got that," the Man said. "Well you two should get going," he looked at me again , my eyes meeting his. "Maybe come one over for a welcoming diner sometime…" He smirked at me and Paul started rolling up his window quickly. "Yes, we'll be sure too…" Paul rolled up the window and started to drive away quickly. "Creep," I heard him say under his breath.

We had made it to the house. It was a decent sized farm house that needed some work. "All our furniture is set up," Paul stated. "So you can just do what ever…" he started to walk away, and I looked back at the path we just traveled. Bored, I walked to the back of the house and noticed a swing connected by a board between two trees. The yard was pretty empty, besides the dust and old grass left from the Texas summers. I got on the swing and pushed my legs back with my body. Then I went forward, it had been years since I went on a swing and I was rather enjoying myself. For some reason, I felt extremely comfortable on the swing. I knew I would like this part of moving.

Suddenly I heard a crackle of dried leaves and branches. I stopped the swing and looked in the woods to see what had made the sound. I heard somebody laugh, a little girl it sounded like. I looked in that direction. "Who's there?" I said to the emptiness. A blonde tall figure appeared from the darkness of the trees. She was very pretty, weird for girls around these parts I guessed. She was wearing just a tank top and short denim shorts. With that she had a pair of cowboy boots and was sucking on a lollipop. Her whole appearance was incredibly sexy, something I wasn't used to.

"Did I interrupt you?" The blond asked innocently. "Uh, not really," I said blandly. I turned around and got off the swing to walk towards her. "Um, do you live around here?" I asked trying to make conversation, although I had no idea who she was. Just that she came on to my property randomly. "Neighbor," She said, almost not paying attention. She was sucking on the cherry lollipop and looking at the sky. She looked bored. "Oh, you mean the house over there, behind the trees," I asked. "mhmm," She said then suddenly looked at me. "You must be the new people that Otis was talking about." I wondered if Otis was the White man we saw earlier. "Who's Otis?" I said. "He's my brother." She answered. "He said that a little girl and dumb guy were moving in next door. I laughed at the reference to Paul. "I'm not little, I'm 17. And yea that's my step dad. He's kinda a dick…" She laughed with that laugh I heard before. "Really? Otis said he was just stupid sounding. That's funny, your funny!" she started to lick her lollipop again and randomly said "You have really pretty hair, can I play with it?" I felt like this was strange for a women her age, but agreed. So she started flipping my hair around and braiding it.

I suddenly realized I never asked her name. "Oh…Uh…What's your name by the way. I forgot to ask…" I said breaking the silence. "Baby," She said as if she was not really paying attention again, like my hair was too interesting to notice anything else. At first I thought she was kidding, but soon realized she was very serious. "What's yours?" She asked as she twirled a blond lock around her finger. "Uh Melody.." I said. "That's pretty, it's like a song, is your mom pretty like you?" She asked randomly. My stomach cringed at the thought of the death of my mother and she must have noticed. "Oh she's dead isn't she?" I was confused on she knew and kind of startled by her blankness and the absence of a filter in her words. I figured she was always that way, so I wasn't insulted. "Yea.." I said vaguely. I looked at the lollipop now covered in dirt on the ground. "It's Okie, it happens… Is that why you're here?" she asked. I nodded . "You should come over to my house, we'll have lots of fun there.." before I could say anything Paul came out from the back door. "Who are you?" he asked suddenly to Baby.

"My names Baby," She said not even looking up. Paul looked confused, "That's your real name?" he asked her. She stood up somewhat angrily. "Yes, it is my real name." She started to walk off. "I'll see you later, Ok Melody?" She said and she walked off, I could see Paul looking at her bottom as she walked off. That's another thing I hated about Paul. He was a complete perv and he never tried to hide it.

"Fine ass on that one, a little weird though…" He looked at me. "Isn't she a little old to be hanging out with you?" He asked me. "Why do you care?" I asked as I was trying to walk past him to get into the house. He grabbed my arm roughly and pushed me up against the side of the house. "Little Bitch! Don't speak to me like that!" he slapped me for the second time today and I ran upstairs to find which room was mine

Before mom died I had never been slapped, but about a week after she died Paul's true side started to show, and I was starting to get slapped 2 or 3 times a day. I didn't care, It's not like I was still not going to give him attitude, he pissed me off.

I walked into a small room, with just my bed and a dresser in it. I decided to lay down on the bed, it was getting late anyways so it was probably best to sleep anyways. I started to drift off to sleep and wondered what the rest of my life her in Ruggsville would entail for me.

Ok, So what did you think? Just stating that If I do not get reviews that I will take the story down, because I have no idea what people's outlook is on it, so PLEASE REVIEW ; )

Ok I hope you enjoyed chapter one, I know it's a slow start but it WILL get better. I promise.