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Π•Π Neighbor (ToMatt) Π•Π

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The sun fought for space in the sky,  but after a few minutes,  the night cascaded over the villigent light.   Tom opened the small window of his room to reveal the old,  boring wood fence that gaurded his yard from intruders or animals.   He couldnt remember which one it was,  exactly.  His tongue ran across the brackets attached to his aching teeth;  he had gotten them tightened the day before,  so the pain he felt was expected.

The landscape laid out before him brought back a feeling of excitement, tranquility,  euphoria,  and loneliness.  Frozen breath jutted in front of his face.  

Why didn't I just ask then?  

July...  Fourth of July to be exact.

Even the brightest fireworks couldn't compete with the trees in our yard.   I decided to climb up on the fence,  and I didn't realize how strong the wind was.  

I fell,  and I started to cry once my knees burned and I could feel the pebbles and rocks digging into my flesh like a monster.   Who keeps a small koifish pond right next to a fence?   Reluctantly,  my head snapped up and sea foam green eyes pierced mine.   His sunkissed,  freckled cheeks looked more sunburnt in the odd lighting and from the reflected light of the water 'twixt us.  

"Hey,  I'm Matt...  Are you my neighbor? "
"Uh,  I think so?
"Oh.   You're bleeding.   How about you come inside? " His smile was perfect in comparison to the five grand worth of orthodontia I was packing.

Inside,  his house was just like mine,  but it had more of a family dynamic I suppose.  His mother and father smiled like he did, and their eyes resonated images of hidden, ethereal coves covered in moss enabling the inhabitants to thrive within its waters.  

"You know, you could've asked if you wanted to watch the fireworks with us!  But, I understand why you didn't, haha."  Matt brought a first-aid kit and cleaned the wounds on my knees; even though he had to pick the pebbles out from under my skin, he was gentle about it.  Matt's parents were telling us about the foolish quarrels they created with their neighbors from their high school days.  

There was a scratch on my mid-thigh that was seeping with anger; it flamed and puffed with an intense fire around the edges.  Matt ran his nimble fingers over it, and his breath hitched, somewhere between pain, or a cringey ache.  

"You can wrap it.  It doesn't hurt that badly."  With that, Matt covered the bloodied trench presenting itself proudly on my leg.  

"Thanks, I appreciate it, Matt."  His parents ushered us outside to sit in a few pastel themed lawn chairs to watch the loud, chemical mini-bombs exploding in the night.  

"We should hang out sometime, Tom.  I think it'd be fun!"

"Yeah, me, too."

Siberian beasts nipped at his face and fingers.  He chipped away at the black polish on accident by biting his nails to the bleeding point.  When all of the white vanished, he picked at his lips, imitating how Matt had done it less than three months ago.  He exposed himself to Matt that night, and Matt had done the same.  Instead of the reaction he wish he would've had, he cried.  Tom couldn't explain why he cried afterwards, but he knew he didn't mean to.  The freckled ginger believed the source to be him, and he slowly distanced himself.  

His eyes were swollen, tinted red, almost like a vampire from any number of horror movies.  His chest huffed sporadically