The boy next door by: Water Fox

Riku is a young boy living on his own, when a whole shit load of stuff begins to change and someone new moves in next to him. What will Riku do when he finds out a cute boy is the one taking up residence next to him?

Chapter one.

I walked quietly down the lane on which my humble little house resided. I could see a few stray cats rush across in front of my path and toward the garbage dumpsters across from the small housing complexes. It made me wonder if I was like those little strays, begging for food scraps from the cold insides of the waste holders. Yup, sounded like me. Course I was also like the dumpsters; cold, and full of shit. But that was a longer story then I cared to get into at the moment.

My name is where I could start. It was Riku. Last name? Be damned if I could remember. I'd been left here as a child by a pair of parents I don't even remember the faces of. I couldn't even hate them, not without knowing what they looked like. Anyways, yeah. I lived at the very end of this small dump of a housing lane. Only God knew when the government would fix this place up, but I didn't really care. I didn't know the names of anyone else who lived on this lane, I pretty much kept to myself all of the time.

School. Not in it. With no legal guardians walking into a school and asking for an education could get me in more trouble then I cared for. Why would a school give me problems over this? I wasn't of legal age at 15 to be living on my own without a parent's consent. I didn't mind though, I had ways of finding my own…well…schooling. I learned a lot of shit from a guy who taught in school that I had nick named the Professor. I had met him a few years ago when he recognized me near the end of the lane.

Apparently he had known my parents at one point but we didn't speak much of them. I basically just went to him for advice and help with other stuff. When I was beyond broke he would lend me money. I guess he was the closest thing to a father that I had. Well, enough of my life story, back to my dumb of a neighborhood. There was a couple living right next to me that had the house up for sale, that place was way nicer then mine and I had actually thought of getting enough money to move in there, but the monthly rent would have me drowning in debts before I could even move my few meager belongings in.

I kept walking down the back ally of the lane when I suddenly came to a whiplash worthy stop and saw something covering the white sign that was written in bold red letters.

" SOLD?" I shouted in panic.

I rushed up to the sign and looked at it in defeat. I felt a few tears running up to edges of my lashes, but I wasn't actually going to cry. Okay, so I had been doing more then just thinking about getting the place. But it was more then that. Sure, I didn't' know a soul on this lane, but I 'liked' it that way. No one bothered me, and they all kept to themselves. This place was perfect just the way it was. I didn't want some guy moving in here, let alone some gigantic family with kids and the works. That would wreck my 12-noon wake up schedule. God forbid.

I kicked the fence harshly causing the stupid little pompom of a dog the couple owned called Red 13 to come rushing out of its doghouse and begin to bark at me. I shouted a few things with a few colorful words at it and it ran back into its hiding hole.

"That's right." I growled angrily with a glare that could kill." Be happy I don't get you neutered!"

I could see the little red fluff ball quivering in the doghouse and I crossed my arms over my chest. My signature pose. I let my eyes drift back to the sign for a moment then I began walking again in the direction of my house. What a mess. Now the couple would leave and that meant no more mooching the extra foods from their dinner parties. No more watching T.V through their window. No more free anything. I sighed in sheer defeat, and titled my head back, causing my silver strands of hair to fall away from my aquamarine eyes.

I blinked softly as the small flickers of light glimmered through the leaves of the trees that were planted all over the lane. They created a canopy over the back ally, and I liked it that way. I could hear the screen door on the couples's back door open with a horribly high-pitched squeak and the pompom went running inside barking the whole way. I picked up the pace and ran to my house where I kicked open the door (no need for locks, I didn't own anything stealing worthy) and I walked into my home.

The damn walls wreaked and I sighed for what seemed like the hundredth time that day as I made my way upstairs to my bedroom and I collapsed on my old creaky bed. I sank at least a foot and sighed. I would go to sleep for a little while and try to forget about some stupid person moving in. Right…next…to…me. Damn it! I sat bolt up right and glared with all my might at the wall across from me. I didn't mind someone new moving in; sure it could be a good thing in the end.

But why did they have to move in right next to me. I sat up and walked to the crappy window at the end of my bed and leaned out of it after pushing the windowpane open. I looked down to see, um what's her name that lived right next to me, putting clothes up on the line. I had to admit, for a chick she caught my eye well enough. Long black hair and she was always wearing those black leather gloves. She had dark eyes and a soft voice to match her beauty. She looked up at me and waved and I waved back.

Except the slight age difference (me: 15. Her: Some where around 24) she was engaged to that mean blond guy she lived with. As if on cue mister mean guy came out the side door and glared up at me. There he was, mister shoe thrower. That's right he threw shoes at me. And again, as if on the perfect cue he took off his black sneaker and chucked it at me with good enough force to break the window. It fell near my feet and I picked up the shoe and waved it out the window.

" Hey you're about the same size as me, throw the other one!" I said sarcastically.

" Why you little punk!" He shouted." Give me back my shoe!"

" Cloud." The girl shouted, jumping toward him and grabbing his shoulders." He's just a little kid."

" I'm sick and tired of him looking at you Tifa!" The shoe thrower said to the girl.

" Ouch Tifa." I said, only knowing her name cause Cloud had just said it." I'm not just a little kid am I?"

" Riku please." How she knew my name I couldn't figure out. " Give Cloud his shoe back?" She pleaded with me.

I sighed. I wasn't one to hurt a girl's feelings.

" Okay, but tell your boyfriend that the next time he throws his shoes at me I'm going to throw something much large back at him." I shouted down before I threw the shoe right at Cloud's head.

He moved out of the way, much to my displeasure, and he picked up his shoe and put it back on his foot. I saw Tifa give me a side smile and I smiled back as she walked back into the house. Well besides her stupid boyfriend and the fact that she was older then me, there was one more reason I wasn't all that interested in her. I was gay. Yeah that's right I'm fucking gay! Don't like me now? Too damn bad. I had known I was gay for a while since I began to watch to guys who ran around at the school across from the lane more then the girls.

It had scared me at first, but now I was kind of cocky about it. I felt I could get just about any guy, even though I had only ever been in two guys' beds before. I was still cocky.

I moved away from the window and took up yet another small walk around, but this time I stayed in the house. I walked downstairs, and into the small cramped basement, and I gazed up at the pipes above my head. A drop of water slithered out of its metal roadway and decided to land right between my eyes. I jumped slightly and a soft "huh?" escaping my lips before it trickled down my face and dropped off my chin. I gazed down at it and smiled. I could still feel the wet trail it had left behind on my nose, but I didn't' wipe it away.

I knew it would dry eventually. For some reason I was just too interested in the drop of water at my feet that slowly made the cement turn a much darker brown color. How interesting. Perhaps I would tell the Professor about this. Well, maybe not. He might just laugh at me like always. I left the basement and made my way upstairs to the kitchen. Or what I called my kitchen. It was more of a small room next to the main hallway that had a no longer functioning fridge and small window with a goofy looking curtain covering it.

The whole house was run down, but I didn't mind. It was a house wasn't it? Better then living at the bus shelter down the way. Stupid rent-a-cops. They bothered me enough as it was. I could hear some music playing from the couples's house, and I sighed. I had to stop doing that. It made me seem so depressed. I really wasn't. I was happy with things. I left the basement to go back to my bedroom. I took the time to clean up the shattered glass mess caused by Mr. Shoe thrower then I flopped onto my bed.

It was mid summer so it was warm enough to leave the window the way it was, and I just as simply pulled my sheets onto myself and gazed up at my ceiling. It was already somewhere around 7:30 and even though it was still light outside I dozed off easy. I could hear the sound of the music being turned off and the sound of crickets outside as I drifted even farther into my dreams.

I woke early the next morning to the sound of a truck backing up. That loud beeping drove me right out of my perfect little dream. I had seen a boy in my dream. He had been about my age, maybe a year younger. And he had been beautiful. Soft cinnamon brown hair, and a pair of bright blue to sapphire eyes to die for. He had looked at me for so long, it had felt as if I would cry just by looking into those eyes. At one point I might have, I wasn't sure. Well back to that damn truck. I could hear it outside my broke-to-shit window. It took me a while just to bring my head from the pillow but eventually I made it to the window.

I leaned as far out the shattered window as possible and I looked down at the side yard in the couples's house. No clothes on the clothesline. I couldn't hear that fucking dog; I couldn't hear anything but the ringing in my ears brought on by that damn truck. I leaned a bit farther out the window, tilting almost to the point of falling out of the window and I strained to see anything in the front yard but it was no use, I couldn't see what was happening. I pulled off my wrinkled clothes and changed into my normal black beater a pair of black denim pants and my black with white soles sneakers.

I ran down the stairs and leaped over the end of the railing before I made my way outside. To tell you the truth I was still preoccupied with my pretty little dream from last night and didn't want to see what was happening that badly. I would head to the mall; I had some cash on me. It was food time! I walked out my still wide open door and began to walk down the lane. I could see the truck now; its back end was backed up in the couple's front yard. God what a moron I was. The couple was planning on moving how could I have forgot. Course what I didn't know was that they had already left the house, and someone was moving in instead of out.