Billy Neighbor Novels & Stories

He had a feeling he was going to like living here. Behind him, Billy stepped onto the porch carrying two bottles of water. "Here." George accepted one. "Thanks." She followed his gaze down the street. "So..." She asked quietly. "Think we'll make friends here?" George shrugged. "I hope so." Billy smiled. "I've already decided I like this neighborhood." "Oh?" "The houses are pretty." "The gardens are nice." "And everyone keeps smiling." George nodded. "I noticed that too." Miss Jean joined them a moment later. She looked toward the neighboring houses.

The whistle was blown twice, and that was the end of the first round each team ran to the team who were not playing, and they all had a quick gulp of water from their various bags. "Uh, I'm thirsty..." I breathed out squinting my face since the sun refused to stop shining so bright. Billy walked over to where I was sitting, and I felt a strange sense of calm instead of awkwardness. I felt more comfortable around him than I did around Keith, who had been nothing but a rude and arrogant crush. Billy was a true friend, someone I could rely on. "Didn't expect to see you here, watching us play," Billy said in his thick British accent as he sat down next to me on the bleachers.

I sent a smiley face emoji, thinking to myself that Robert was a pretty great guy. Over the next few days, Robert and I visited the neighbors to collect evidence for the court. After that, all we could do was wait for the trial. The evening before the trial, there was a loud knock at my door. I opened it to find an angry-looking, burly stranger. He glared at me, asking, "So you're the one who's been messing with my mom?"

BILLY’s POV Miss Avery gave me her room to sleep in tonight, and I have never had such a more comfortable ve to sleep in ever before. I was playing video games on my phone when it rang. Right now? What is he calling now? I walked to the door to check if anyone was there but no one was, so I locked it from the back, and then answered the call, angrily. "Hello" "Yes, Billy" "Why are you calling me at this time? I told you where I am, right? What if Miss Avery picked up the call Instead how would you defend yourself, huh? What is wrong with you?"

Restless and unfulfilled, I grabbed my smokes and a lighter and headed out to the stairwell for a puff. Just as my hand touched the door to the stairwell, I heard a faint, frantic moaning. At first, I thought it was just a cat in heat. Then, a familiar scent hit me. It was a perfume that immediately made me think of my charming neighbor from next door, Demi Wilson. Every time I ran into her, that sweet, intoxicating scent always arrived first. Then came the flash of a red slip dress or perhaps a bodycon dress, with a neckline plunging incredibly low.

Brandon. "Ev! Ev! Everett!! Can you fucking stop talking for just a minute there?" I yelled. Thinking talking to Everett would be a consolation for my bad morning was an even worse idea than I expected. "Okay, jeez Brandon. The weather in Finland must be rubbing in on your sour attitude more than anticipated." “Can you just shut up?" He makes a zipping motion with his hands, throwing the invisible key away. "Thank you." “So can you remind me why you even tried to arrest your new neighbor?" He asked for the umpteenth time.

They didn't sleep around or act crazy. When the neighbors found out what happened to me, they rallied together and organized a fundraiser for me. I didn't have to work three jobs anymore. I slowly learned that real safety didn't come from guns or locked doors. It came from people looking out for each other. In the new neighborhood, Draven made a lot of good friends. He grew brighter and more cheerful every day. The smile came back to his face. As he got better, so did I. What Rina did to us became a wake-up call, a reminder to always hold onto your values and not throw yourself into relationships with just anyone.

Lesley's face turned red, and she mumbled, "I... I thought you were Joe. I forgot we switched seats." Her voice grew so soft it was almost inaudible. Thinking about it, I realized she must have mistakenly thought I was Joe, given the position we were in before the switch. That explanation made my earlier thoughts seem much less exciting. I had imagined something more intense happening during this late-night movie with my neighbor's pretty wife. "You and Joe really seem to enjoy pushing boundaries," I said, teasing her. It seemed like she was trying to spice up her love life with Joe by doing such a thing in my presence.