The day began like any other, Bree collected her paper, Lynette took the children to school, Gabrielle left the house for a day of modelling, Edie dressed in her best suit to score a sale and Wisteria Lane once again lay dormant.
All except for Susan Mayer who casually arose from the slumber at around nine am and pulled open the curtains. To Susan's confusion, not one but to removal vans were pulling up outside seperate houses. The homes in question were recently sold but lay empty for several months after this.
Susan dressed herself looking presentable but not giving the impression she had gone to much effort and skipped across the street to 'casually enquire' about her new neighbours.
"Hey I'm Susan" she chirped to the young man stood by the white picket fence.
"I'm David, pleased to meet you" he replied, unsure whether to feign a smile or run.
"I live across the street, with my daughter Julie"
"I just moved here with my wife Lauren, and our two children, Olivia and Grant. My sister-in-law and her wife moved further down" David explained.
"Her wife?!" Susan's face contorted, clearly finding it difficult to comprehend.
"Yes, problem?" David snapped.
"No, no."
Luckily for Susan a smiling ginger girl in a long red coat appeared to her left, breaking the tension that was obvious between them. Unluckily for Susan, that smiling ginger just happened to be the subject of the previous conversation.
"Hey, I'm Helen." She beamed at her new neighbour.
"I'm Susan Mayer, I live just across the street." She replied.
"Cool." Helen was clearly out of conversation topics.
In all her wisdom Susan decided to think of a topic and began to dig the hole it would take her years to get out of.
"Did you hear two lesbians moved in?!"
The clock hit five pm and so Fairview began to return to a bustling community. Gabrielle was the first to arrive home in her Lamborghini. She stepped out of the car to see a large, black SUV parked across the road, with a persons shadow identifiable behind the tinted windows.
She was instantly curious and began to walk over, handbag under arm.
As she grew closer to the vehicle the door opened and out stepped a tall African boy, who ignored the well dressed woman to his side and ran over to the Scavo family's hedge, kneeling.
Gabrielle persistently followed the unknown man and pulled him to her height by his ear.
"Just what do you think you're doing?!" she sneered.
"I watching my friend" he replied, clearly not in an American accent.
"And why?!"
"I love her, I'm here to surprise her" beamed the boy in a slightly homicidal manner.
"Well get over there and talk to her!" Gabrielle pushed the boy towards the removal vans direction and spun on her heel returning to the safety of her home.
With his new found confidence the young man marched over to Helen still busying herself with a box marked 'KITCHEN'. She turned and faced him, dropped the box then ran towards her new house. An arm grabbed her grounding her to a halt.
"HELEN ITS HAFID!"
