A/N: No pressure at all, right?
"I feel like I am going to love this story." was a common phrase in the reviews. Umm, don't put so much pressure on little me! I mean, yeah, i feel like I have Seth down, and sassy Dean is like my evil twin with his juvinile antics, but oh my.
So here is chapter 2. Just to make you crave this story even more. But be warned. The next update may take a couple of days.
Chapter 2
Seth bitched about the new neighbor the whole way to work and Emily was glad when she finally could escape out of the car. By the end of the day it seemed like Seth had cooled down and the drive home was much more relaxed.
Seth entered the driveway and was surprised to find the front lawn had been mowed. "Well see Emily, you have to give people like him concrete instructions and they will do what you told them. They are simple and need guidance."
They walked inside and Emily saved herself the eye roll. Seth could really be a snob asshole.
Emily stood in the living room from where she could look into their own backyard and the backyard next door.
"Oh no." She giggled and put a hand to her mouth as Seth joined her.
Seth glanced out as well and froze.
Next door the lawn was mowed as well. But it looked like a drunk had done it. The grass had funny little patterns in it and the mowed grass lay right at the fence, half of it had fallen over to their side through the fence.
And Dean had put a chair in the middle of the garden and lay there, a beer in his hand and he was only wearing boxer shorts. He seemed to enjoy the evening sun. And Emily couldn't resist to shamelessly stare at Deans body.
Seth walked outside.
"What the hell do you think you are doing? You can't put your grass into my lawn! This is English golf turf, it needs special care!"
Dean pushed his sunglasses on top of his head and looked over.
"Something fell through the fence. I am so deeply sorry. That was the first load, you know? I cut those weeds first that grandpa warned me about. Goutweeds or something? The ones that spread everywhere. Then I wanted to put the load over there but it all fell through the fence. I am deeply sorry. Do you think the mower killed all seeds of that mean goutweed?"
Seth grabbed his hair in frustration and actually started with his bare hand to throw all the cut grass back over the fence. Dean smirked and took a sip of his beer.
"And couldn't you mow the lawn properly?" Seth growled and pointed at the confusion.
"Oh I did. I guess you just need a higher vantage point."
Seth stopped. "That is your bedroom up there right?" Dean pointed to the window that faced his lawn.
Seth eyes widened and he ran inside, up the stairs and he looked out of the window.
Emily joined him and had to leave immediately to go to her room and laugh.
Seth just stared. And stared. And opened the window and screamed at Dean.
"You mowed a fucking dick into your back yard? Are you crazy? And I have to see it now every day!" Seth pulled his hair in frustration again.
"You don't like dicks? I can try boobs or a cunt next time." Dean called up and Seth threw the window shut. What an asshole! This meant war!