Well, that was the last of the boxes for this room.

Matthew had moved in a few hours ago. It had been a long ride but, when he saw the new house in which he would be staying, he found that it had been worth the uncomfortable ride.

The garden in front was beautiful, full of roses and tulips and… He wasn't quite sure what the other flowers were, but he found them pretty nonetheless. They made a beautiful pattern of red and white- his favourite color combination- lining his way as he approached the house.

He lived in its center. There was another apartment up top, and one underneath. Then owner of the whole complex lived upstairs and greeted him with a cheerful smile as he arrived. Her dark brown hair was tinged with red, and there was a beautiful rose in it, seemingly from the garden itself. If he remembered correctly, she was family. Her name was Fey Morgan, and she was his cousin. She had told him that people often forgot about the house and, sometimes, their mail would not get delivered because of that. It only made The knowledge only made Matthew feel more at home. People either forgot about him or mistook him for his brother, Alfred. He was rich and talented. Movie directors scrambled and demanded he star in their latest action movies…. And Matthew?

He started work at a very nice restaurant as a cook next week. Luckily, he hadn't REALLY gotten the short end of the stick when it came to talents. Matthew was shy, so he was glad that he had gotten cooking as his instead of entertaining the masses like his brother had. He could make some decent money, all while avoiding the press and fame and… People surrounding him or forgetting his name. Matthew shook his head. Best not to worry about those kinds of things. He was in a new place with no Alfred in sight. For now, all he had to worry about was having everything unpacked by the time he started work. However, he was feeling rather exhausted. A little break wouldn't hurt, would it? Of course not. So with that decided, Matthew sat outside on the porch.

The young man watched as a little yellow cat chased a chick. However, there did not seem to be any malice or hunger in the kitten's eyes. In fact, by the way they were acting; it almost seemed as if the two yellow animals were simply playing with each other. It was cute how, things that were normally enemies, could play together like friends. It made him smile a little while he sat there and watched. There was nothing better to do, after all. Matthew relaxed outside until the door of the apartment beneath his opened and out walked a strange man.

"Oi Camelot, stop harassing Gilbird!" He called as he picked the chick up defensively. The cat bowed its head in what seemed to be shame and slinked over to Matthew, who decided to pet him. The other's red eyes followed the cat's path, nodding to himself in a sort of "you'd better walk away" fashion until they noticed Matthew. Suddenly, he began to smirk and faster than Matthew could say 'maple', the other was in front of him, extending a hand to shake.

"Hey, you're the new neighbour! I'm the Awesome Gilbert." He said loudly.

"My name is Matthew." He answered, significantly quieter. Gilbert seemed to nod.

"You're the owner lady's cousin, right? She was pretty excited for you to move in." Gilbert stated, looking up as if she would be sitting on the balcony of her apartment, staring down at them. The cat followed his eyes as well to search for his master, but she was nowhere to be found. "A word of advice. The chick is crazy and grows flowers inside her house as well as outside. And she keeps telling me I'M crazy and full of myself." He added, scoffing and turning to walk away, obviously satisfied that he had found Gilbird at last. Matthew continued to sit on the porch and stroke the cat, who writhed and purred in contentment. Suddenly, something soft was thrown at his head. Matthew picked it up and stared at it, confused.

A white, spherical blob of plush. It looked like him. Same eyes, same glasses, same weird little spirally curl that fell down the center of his face. He looked up to see Gilbert leaning on the railing that descended down to his house with a condescending smirk.

"An awesome present from the awesome me. Dunno why it looks like you, it just happened to be in my mail!" He called over before waving and descending down into his home.

No. Fey was CERTAINLY wrong. Gilbert wasn't full of himself at /ALL/.

Author note:

Hi there everyone reading this story. Wow, if you are reading this, I'm quite amazed. I didn't think anyone would read it, honestly. And if you are wondering, yes, I have an OC in my story –shameshameshame- but I promise you she's neither mary sue nor going to end up falling in love with anyone. She was just needed to replace the crazy Russian man upstairs (And if you've watched the movie, she SORT of replaces wybie's grandmother…) So she won't be having that big a role.

Other than that, I have not decided anything about any other characters… You know. I have no clue who the other mother will be. So feel free to suggest. Or flame. Or complain. Because I frankly want to know no matter what it is. :D Throwing rocks at me only makes me stronger, sooner or later I'll learn to catch them and throw them back, da~?

ALSO. I dedicate this story to Opie and Nini. Why? Because. :D