yah so stfu i wanted to do this lol. probs turn this into a story if i can figure out a plot. lets be honest probably not.

Alex's POV

I grab a couple of boxes from the van and struggle to pick them up being the scrawny boy I am.

Peter comes over and picks up the top box with one hand and I can lift the pile now.

"Don't strain yourself." He mocks and I stick my tongue out at him.

He walks into the new house and I struggle behiend him. There's a house next door where Peter says there's a boy next door. I look up t the window and focus for a second. I swear I could hear a smashing noise, like glass. I shrug it off.

Walking into the house I dump the boxes down with a sigh. I rifle through few that have been put there already and pick up a hoodie.

"I'm going out Peter!" I call and he sticks his head out through a doorways.

"Already? You're actually gonna leave me to do this on my own?" He asks, resigns an eyebrow.

"Yup!" I shout, before almost spiriting out of the door.

Time Skip cause im boreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed

After discovering the alright neighbourhood I came back round in a loop. I glance next to my house and there way an alleyway beside it. It looks like it lead somewhere but overgrown and full of nettles. Still I brave it and walk down it.

There's an end where it fleshes out slightly and to my right I see a boy. Not 3 meters away from me. He must be the boy next door. He looks about my age.

He's leaning against the wall, a cigarette in the corner of his mouth. He has curly brown hair, tied back in a black band, shining in the sun. His eyes sparkle a cold yet inviting green, and freckles litter his face. He would have been handsome if not for the blood. He had several fresh gashes on his face, each bleeding and dripping a dark crimson blood down his face. I can blatantly see blood soaking through on several patches of his shirt which was ripped and torn and one on his jeans. Blood was dripping form the inside of his hoodie sleeve.

Few people know about my bisexuality, albeit my boyfriend, well now ex and my two close friends. I hadn't had the courage to tell Peter yet, I was afraid. I know it's stupid, and he will probably accept me, but I'm still scared.

"Who are you?" I ask, but it comes out all feeble and timid, so much for first impressions.

He turns towards me and looks me up and down which sends shivers down my spine. He is relatively taller than me by a bit, me being (me pondering whether to make alex my height... meh add a few more) 5'4. (i'm 5'3 and still growing ahahha)

He takes his cigarette out of my mouth and and says "It is of no importance as to who I am." He spoke so refined and mysteriously it almost turned me on. His accent was not quit from here, sounded almost like South Carolina. His stance was dominant and I swear my knees almost gave way.

He then gave a slightly creepy half smile before saying "You moved into the house next door then?" The way he's smiling, I know this can't be good. I feel incredibly submissive.

Not trusting my mouth, I simply nod.

His face drops, all traces of any emotion wiped off of his face. "I'd give it 3 weeks before your cousin commits suicide." He puts his cigarette in his lips again.

"Wh- What? What the fuck..? What?" I splutter. I am simply lost for words. The fact he said it and the way he did, it almost sounded light hearted. I've run out of words. He's sick.

He blows out a cloud of smoke in front of his face as I'm still half shooting off at the mouth.

He raises one eyebrow and says calmly "Me and my sister have witnessed many many people or families move into that house, and very time without fail one commits suicide. We've already placed bets on your cousin."

My eyes widen again. "How can you bet on someone death like that? It's their... well, life!" He cocks his head to one side and runs his tongue over his lips. I swear this guy will be the death of me.

He gives another half grin before saying in his deadly sweet voice "I'm trying to get on the good side of fate. Hoping she'll take me one day."

"How can you wish away your life like that?" I ask.

He looks at me like I've just spouted a second head or something. "You think I can look like this and be happy? Man, they juts get more and more naïve..." He shakes his head an dturns and walks away.

Fuck damn it idek at this point fuck u too.

future me: i love this so much