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Disclaimer: I own nothing. It all belongs to Joss and his brilliant mind. And those Kuzui dudes at M.E. Don’t sue me. It’s not nice.

Summary: After Buffy’s family move to Sunnydale, Buffy immediately dislikes her neighbour. But will other feelings develop? I think you know the answer.

A/N: This is my very first fic EVER, so I don’t know how good it will be. Feedback will be greatly appreciated and will encourage me to keep writing. Also I know nothing about America, I am English, and so the distances may be wrong and stuff like that. And like I said, if you got any ideas for a title, let me know. Thank you all.

CHAPTER 1: MOVING IN

Late on Monday night, a black jeep pulled up outside 1630 Revello Drive. Buffy Summers was inside. She was a 15 year old L.A native and was now moving to Sunnydale because her mother, Joyce had been offered a job in an Art Gallery over in Sunny D.

As Joyce stopped the car, she leaned over and hugged her eldest daughter. “I’ll wake Dawnie, you go on inside, find the room with your bed in it, ok, sweetie?”

Her sister, Dawn was 11, very loud and extremely annoying.

Many of their belongings had been moved in the day before, so they wouldn’t have to mess around this late at night. Buffy and smiled at her mother as she was handed the car keys.

“Sure mom,” Buffy yawned and got out of the car, heading towards her new home. As she opened the door, her nose was invaded with the smell that told her the house hadn’t been lived in for a long time, but had recently been invaded by human life. Buffy breathed it in and shrugged her back pack further onto her shoulder, as she climbed up the stairs directly in front of the door. She turned to the right and walked into the first room. Buffy saw her bed and let out a sigh of relief, she was close to the stairs. And the bathroom. Thank God. Buffy set down her bag, and pulled out her stuffed pig, Mr Gordo, setting him on the bed, before going to help Joyce with Dawn. They moved the sleeping Dawn to her room and Joyce suddenly caught the 15 year old a hug, “We’ll find out who all the neighbours are tomorrow, Buffy. I promise. You can make some new friends on Monday at school too. I think we are going to fit right in here,” Joyce finally released her little girl and sent her off to bed. As she turned into her room she noticed the huge windows on one side of the room. There was a tree outside, but as Buffy walked over to it, she realised that everything that was going on outside could be seen from here. There was a neighbour’s window opposite, but the lights were off and Buffy couldn’t see a thing. While surveying the rest of the street, Buffy saw things that she supposed were the neighbourhood antics at night. The trees were swaying in the breeze, long dark shadows reaching out over the ground like long fingers grabbing at each other. A stray dog relieved himself on a tree, before barking happily and chasing a black and white cat along the street. A jogger was running full pelt down the road, as if being chased. Suddenly a loud guitar riff filled the air, and a male voice followed a few moments later,

“Black Shuck, Black Shuck,
That dog don’t give a FUCK!!!!!!!”

The last word was held so long and was so high; Buffy had to wonder who was killing a cat. Her glance flickered to the bedroom, the light was now on, and Buffy had to bite her hand to stop herself from laughing out loud. She was looking at a scene from a very bad teen movie.

A short boy with platinum blonde hair was dancing around his poster covered room, playing air guitar and singing at the top of his voice. He was wearing a black vest and a pair of shorts, which, as far as Buffy could tell, were covered in an electrical current. She squinted a little closer.

*Yup. That definitely says AC/DC. Weird.*

Yawning again, Buffy suddenly realised something. She scrambled over to her bed and grabbed her backpack, pulling out her alarm clock. She knew it. 12:45 AM. And her neighbour was screaming his lungs out. Great. This was not good at all. Maybe she should go ask him to stop. But before she had a chance, the music stopped and shouting suddenly filled the air. A door slammed and Buffy looked back out of the window. His blind was closed now and, to Buffy’s horror, it read “FUCK OFF.”

Right then. She’d definitely be talking with him tomorrow.

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A/N: So what didya think? Short I know, but it was longer whe I wrote it before. lol. Feedback would be great. I don’t know when the next update will be as I am going on holiday to Italy tomorrow, but I’ll try to do the next chapter while I am out there. R&R!!!! Thank you. Also the Title thing. Please let me know if u got any ideas. Charz.





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