Note: Allen does NOT have his arm or eye, but it will develop later on in the story, if I continue it that is. He does have white hair though. ;]

I gently ran the damp rag over the keys of the grand piano that sat in the middle of the empty room. I smiled, wiped some building sweat off of my brow, and pulled down the case over shining white and black keys. I couldn't spend all my time on my piano that I had happily bought with my own my money. I still had a load of boxes to bring in from my truck, and then unpack. Even after that, I would reposition things so that they looked just right with the things around it.

With one last longing glance at the already lonely looking piano, I closed the door behind myself, and headed out of my front door to run smack dab into a girl. Well, technically, she wasn't a girl, more of a middle aged woman, but her size nearly defied it. Like my height defied me being 18. A much taller man stood beside her, his back hunched a little, and his hands wringing nervously.

"O-Oh! I'm sorry!" I cried, reaching out to steady her by her elbows. I would've grabbed her hands, but they were occupied by a platter covered in tin foil. It smelt delicious; I couldn't help but note as I caught a waft of the scent underneath.

"N-no! I should be the one who is sorry! I should've noticed that you still had boxes in your truck, and I shouldn't have doubted your size, and thought you had gone inside to take a nap! Grrrewwah! I am so sorry!" She threw herself down in a deep, sincere bow, and I managed to grab the platter before it fell to the dirty porch floor.

"U-uh…" I trailed off as the man began to pat her back comfortingly, although he too had tears in his eyes.

"We are so sorry!" The man cried, before they both ran down my porch, through my small rusting picket fence, and down the street.

I just stood there, holding the platter for a few moments, before sighing, and heading inside. My stomach growled gratefully as I tugged up the end of tin foil to see what lay inside and a strong, sweet smell overpowered my nose. I quickly opened it up to reveal countless, chocolaty, warm cookies. Oh God, now this was heaven!

I devoured six cookies, and saved the rest by wrapping it back up tightly with tin foil, and storing it in the pantry. I let my mind wander back to the two odd strangers that had been so kind, yet so awkward and somewhat scary at the same time. I mourned slightly over about having not catching their names, but I was pretty sure they lived in the same neighborhood as me. I was a small world, after all.

I just shook my head, and strode outside to wear my white truck stood in the middle of my driveway. Boxes were still in the passenger side, and in the back. I took to taking off the top ones, and restacking them on my front porch. I would check what was inside them, and then bring them where the items would usually go.

Four more hours of packing, stacking, repacking, moving, arranging, dusting, sweeping, polishing, cleaning, and then some more arrange, was my interior of my house finally done. The sun had begun to sink low in the sky, compared to where I had started at 6:30 in the morning. Now, I just needed to get the white paint out of my truck, and I would be good to go.

I decided to repaint the picket fence that surrounded my small –but decent- yard, first checking if anything needed to be prepared, before adding three glistening coats to the neglected wood. Then the front of my house. That only about, oh, three house. But by then, the sun was gone, and the moon high in the sky. I was beyond exhausted. My stomach twisted in hunger. The only thing I really had to eat were those cookies, and even those hadn't been a really satisfying meal.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow, I would stuff myself to my stomach till it nearly exploded, and then I would get to work on the yard. Yeah, that was the plan.

Or so I had hoped.

…

I carefully trimmed the bush, making sure I didn't cut it so it would look thinned out. That wasn't really possible, since the bush was extremely overgrown with a layer of sticker vines on top. I had pricked my fingers through my thin white gloves at least six times before I headed into the greenhouse in the back to scavenge for thicker, more durable gloves.

It was still pretty early, around 7:30 a.m, and I still had to cut the yard, trim the trees, and survey the backyard. I would probably go and buy some flowers for the front. I managed to work my way through 2/3s of the devil bushes, before sighed, and went inside to occupy my mind on something else. I didn't need to get frustrated on anything, and then it would take extra long.

I decided to cook something to eat, since I had only eaten that morning, and it was well past lunchtime by now.

I was in the middle of slicing up the onions, when a loud knocking disturbed my peace. I frowned, and grabbed a rag, wiping my hands off as I went to go get the door. I was half expecting the woman and man from before, maybe to apologize or something, but instead I was met with a girl with two high, greenish-black ponytails.

Like the couple before, she too, had a large looking plate occupying her small looking hands. I smiled pleasantly at her, bowing slightly.

"Hello, how may I help you?" The girl smiled back, and held out the plate cheerfully.

"Here you are Mr…"

"Allen. Allen Walker," I held out a glove hand to her, taking the plate in the other. She took my hand and gave me a warm, firm shake, before releasing it.

"I'm Lenalee, Mr. Walker," She shot me another cheerful smile, and I opened my mouth to reply, and to correct her and say, 'Please, call me Allen', but I was interrupted by the squealing of tires and a sleek, red looking car pulling up. The front seat window rolled down, and an equally red head popped out.

"Yo, Lena! Hurry up! We need to go get supplies for the party on Saturday!" Lenalee flushed, and just waved her hand dismissively at him, before turning back to me with an apologetic smile. "Sorry, my friend needs me right now…I'll see around thought, right Mr. Walker?"

I smiled simply at her, and bowed again. "Please, call me Allen, if you wish. You make me feel older than I am." She frowned, and opened her mouth, but a honking ceased her actions. Soon, she was racing down to the sleek car, waving to me all the way. I just smiled, and bowed a few more times, before finally closing the door.

I had already met three people in the neighborhood. Who was next?

Line!

Umm! I'm still doing 'A Show Only For You', but I needed to venture out a little to ease my building pressure on that story! I mean, I got at least 12 reviews on the last chapter, so I was like 'whoa!'…

Pressuuurree.. :I Anyways, if you want me to continue, please review!