An introduction to my new Suburgatory femslash. Tessa meets a new neighbour who is desperately looking for a friend inspired by the lovely Christina Hendricks from Mad Men. Future chapters will have a slash and might get fairly silly. Please review!

The sun was in full force that day, the air conditioning in the small blue Chevrolet was broken. Tessa Altman had her face up against the passenger side window, the Suburban households looked like some thing out of Edward Scissorhands. Her father brought her out her to get her away from the city, thinking that it was corrupting her mind, this might have been one of the worst ideas he's ever had. There was no reason why he thought either of them would fit in there, they would stick out like sore thumbs. She saw a group of older women who looked like they had way too many face lifts, jogging in unison; she could only imagine how fake the kids were in this community known as Chatswin. When she turned 18 she was so out of here.

She stepped out of the car, fanning herself with a magazine, sweat trickled down her face, not a good day for a long sleeved wool shirt, tight jeans or combat boots. The house that would be called her own for hopefully not an excruciating amount of time did look inviting, probably because it didn't look as cutesy as their neighbours. There was a house just across the road from them that did look a little bit overboard with the garden in the front yard and lawn ornaments; pink flamingos never looked more tacky. There was a redheaded woman sitting on the porch drinking iced tea, she smiled Tessa's way, Tessa had to force a smile. That woman did like she might actually be friendly but she just wasn't in the mood to talk to any of these people, she just wanted to get inside of the house and disappear from this heat wave.

Her father George was very insistent of carrying her things to her room which she considered the to be much better than the one he was taking. They were only inside of the place for five minutes when the doorbell rang, George was greeted by one of the neighbours who had some kind of casserole in a bowl for the two of them. Tessa watched from the stairs, her father awkwardly talking to this blonde Frankenstein monster. Two more women came just as George shut the door with the casserole in hand, one looked like she had recently got some Botox injections and the other had just gotten hair extensions and layers of makeup to look like she was 20 years younger. They too had a casserole and some homemade cake, obviously were flirting with him and were just getting at the edge of creepy. They almost talked for what felt like a half hour before they had to go.

"Well, those were our neighbours", said George as he took the food into the kitchen.

"Charming", Tessa said as she came down the stairs.

"That was just some good old hospitality."

"Well, you are the new man in town, George." George just brushed off the women's cheerful flirting as simply being neighbourly.

The doorbell rang once more, "You're getting this one", he said as he put the food in the fridge. Tessa sighed and walked over sluggishly to the door. This time it was the familiar face of the woman with the iced tea from across the street only this time she holding a bottle of wine.

"Hello, there, neighbour!", she didn't seem as fake as the other women, she looked like she had never gone under the knife once. "It's a very hot day isn't it?"

Tessa tried her best to not sound snarky or condescending, "Um, yeah, hi."

"I thought I'd drop by and give you this, it's a good year, I think you and your husband will enjoy it."

Tessa took some offence to this, how old did she think she was? "Uh, I don't have a husband, I'm still in high school."

"Oh, sorry, I thought that man was your husband", the woman laughed. George popped out of the kitchen, "Hello, my name is Christina, Christina Moore."

"George Altman and you met my lovely daughter, Tessa."

"Right, daughter", Christina smiled. Tessa looked away as the two adults smiled at each other awkwardly for the next several seconds, "Well, maybe I can have you two over for dinner some night. I cook. I do a lot of that now, it gets kind of lonely in a big house all by yourself." Tessa was surprised she didn't pounce at her father at that moment and kick her out the door. She finally left and Tessa was relieved.

"I like her", George said as he looked over the wine bottle.

"Yeah…", Tessa was really hoping he wasn't already trying to find her a mother figure, sure Christina was nice now but what was stopping her from being any different from some any of the other desperate housewives. George wanted Tessa to try and like it here, attempt to make a good impression, he was already thinking that her hanging out with Christina might do her some good. "She is a beautiful woman, George, I'll give her that much."

"A very beautiful woman", George said.

Tessa was disgusted with the thought of her father already having thoughts like this, the woman was curvy, she wore a red dress that really made her stand out and she had a couple of her top buttons undone likely on purpose. Might as well show off the goods. Tessa was guessing size F.

"Don't say things like that…do you really think F?"

Tessa sighed and went up to her room, she was awoken an hour later by George who said he had to go out of town, "Good, where are we going?"

"No, you have to hold down the fort."

"What?"

"I'll only be gone a few days. I'll get Christina to come check up on you."

"Christina? Wait, why would she need to check up on me?"

"Tessa, I want to trust you but maybe it would be good if you socialized, she can probably show you around."

"I don't need a babysitter, George", she turned over in bed with her back to him. Why would he think for a second she would go along with any of this? She was doing fine without any female role model in New York. Why would Chatwin be any different?

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