The Couple Nextdoor Novels & Stories

"We're even. Sort of." "Sort of?" "I'm still deciding on 'even.' Might need a second punch to fully commit." "Absolutely not." I rubbed my jaw, wincing. "Get in here before you decide you need a third." He stepped inside, glancing around my new apartment with open curiosity, and by the time we settled at the kitchen table with the food I'd actually managed not to burn this time, most of the earlier tension had melted into something easier, more familiar, the specific comfortable rhythm we'd built over years of exactly this kind of friendship.

The last thing I want right now is to bump into people from Gladdis in Everett's house. "No one's home," he says. Yeah. Today. No one's home today. What about the other days, huh? I wave him off. "Whatever. What did you call me here for?" Wordlessly, he turns and stalks toward a desk in the far corner. Now, we've been neighbors for over a decade, and this is somehow my first time ever stepping into his room. It's... Not what I expected. At all. Everything is ridiculously neat. His bed is made, volleyball trophies line one shelf beside neatly stacked books, and even his desk looks untouched.

Avery's POV I sit by the window of the living room, staring at the house across. It was a family duplex owned by a retired couple who lived together, doing nothing all day except tending to the little garden in front of their house. After almost two weeks of moving in here, it had become my routine after the boys left for school. I would watch the old couple laugh and smile at whatever each other said; sometimes, I even wondered if that would have been the same case with him—growing old together and smiling so lovingly at each other like lovestruck teenagers while our sons were busy with their own families.

“Maybe I’ll bask in the sun?” I chuckle at her. “We have to read the room first.” “The room? We’re outside.” She sounds confused. “I’d say we’re already in good company.” Milo points to the sign, then knocks lightly. A woman with white blonde hair and clear gray eyes cracks the door open and peeks out. “I’m not buying anything.” “Oh, no, we’re not here to sell anything.” Milo takes a partial step forward. “We just wanted to introduce ourselves to the neighbors. We’re staying in the rental house next door. I’m Milo. This is my wife, Lenora.”

Safe. Eventually, sleep comes again. ***** Three weeks in Clearwater, and I'm starting to feel almost normal. It’s Thursday morning, and I'm walking down Maple Street with Daniel, heading to the coffee shop we discovered last week. "Morning!" A woman waves from her front porch—Susan, our next-door neighbor. She's probably in her sixties, always wearing colorful cardigans and a warm smile. "Good morning, Susan!" I wave back. Her husband Jim appears behind her with a watering can. "You two heading to Rosa's place?"

The next morning, as Trent stood in front of the kitchen window drinking his coffee, he debated whether or not to close the blinds. He looked across the yard towards his neighbor’s house. It appeared empty. With a small shrug, he decided to keep the blinds as they were. She had probably got bored of watching him at that point. He was something new. Trent understood that, just as he knew he wasn’t the most exciting person.

he said. "There is a school and playground nearby," Nick said. But I wasn’t paying much attention to him because of some sicko who was trying to cut me off from my turn. When we arrived at the two story, colonial-style house. It surprised me to see that the couple was much younger than I expected. They also had their son running around them in circles. "Also, I don't get much young couples. If I do, they are much harder to convince in buying a house." I explained.

Hell no! Maybe a crush? Hell yes! Her next-door neighbors had the looks that could set any woman up , The fact that Mrs. Allen had men chasing after her left and right, even with her married to an equally gorgeous Mr. Allen was proof that Mr. Allen needs to put in more effort if he wants to keep his wife by his side. They were both gorgeous couples and a perfect fit!

For my first on-line date, I call this a win so far. "Yeah, they keep me busy. I'm not sure how working moms do it, especially when they're single. It seems like it's never-ending work." "Who is watching them tonight?" "My next-door neighbor. He and I have become great friends since we moved in." "That's nice. Having someone you can count on live next door." "Yeah. It is. And my husband's captain lives a few doors down, so I'm kind of surrounded by people to take care of us in the event of an emergency."

Amanda replied, still stirring the curry. "What about your neighbors?" Gabriel asked her. "They are cool, at least they ain't troublesome and loud," Amanda replied with admiration for her neighbors who live next door. They were old married couples who were over seventy and still very much healthy and in love with each other. They trim the flowers together, attend to their cats together and also go out together. She walked towards the center table, took a plate with grated carrots and other veggies, and walked back to the kitchen counter. She was about to prepare some salad. She took the salad cream from the fridge and poured it on the salad before he started stirring them together.