Oh, Won't You Be More Than A Neighbor

Chp 1- It's Going To Take Time

"Well, that's the last of them," I said to myself as I unloaded the last box from the truck. I looked over to the pile of boxes neatly stacked upon each other inside the house.

The furniture truck had luckily arrived two days before this one, so it wouldn't be as difficult to unpack everything and place them in their designated area. Although, there was still much to be done, and it was already past noon. At this pace, it'll take about a week before everything is unpacked.

I sighed; who knew moving into such a large house would take so long. At least the house felt smaller after the furniture was put into place. Alfred and I now had a comfortable bed to sleep on and not just in a sleeping bag. Speaking of Alfred, where was the little hooligan.

"Alfred," I shouted, "Where are you?"

I heard little steps from the stairs, where Alfred stood with a wide grin on his face.

"What are you grinning about?" I asked.

Alfred's smile grew," Daddy, look," he said, bearing his teeth.

"My tooth fell out," he said, pointing to the missing bucktooth he used to have.

"Indeed it has; your gums aren't bleeding, are they?" I asked with a hint of worry. He shook his head, "They were when it fell out, but I rinsed my mouth, so it ain't bleeding no more."

"Well, that is a relief; go put your tooth in a napkin or plastic bag so it won't get lost. That way, you'll get money from the tooth fairy." I told him.

His eyes widened with joy, "Okay," he said as he ran off.

My little Alfred is growing up; It won't be long till his new tooth grew back in."Won't you look at that dear, our little Alfred is growing up right before our eyes," I whispered to myself.

Alfred came running back in, showing his toothy grin. He swung back and forth on his toes before stating. "Put my tooth away."

I ruffled his hair, "Alright, Alfred, do you want anything specific for dinner?" I asked him.

He thought for a moment, "Oh, could we have some fish-n-chips; with apple juice?"

"Of course, now wait for a moment till I get them ready; go play for a while, alright, love."

He nodded before running off to his room. I prepared the ingredients, hopeful that I wouldn't burn anything this time. I haven't quite gotten the use to the new kitchen; it was modern. Everything I made came out a bit different than what it's supposed to be. "At least the tea tasted alright," I said as I placed the kettle on the stove.

I laid out the necessary ingredients; It thankfully wasn't much. It was a simple dish, perhaps the only dish, I admit, I don't completely ruin. That aside, I don't understand why the boy likes it so much. Yet again, my little Alfred will eat just about anything.

My thoughts were put aside when I heard a knock at the door. "Who would be knocking at my door at this hour?" I thought.

I walked to the front door, slightly blinded from the light that came through its window; I opened it. Behind it stood a man, he had silky-midlength blond hair, blue eyes, a sharp nose, and a patch of stubble. He was handsome, no, that was an understatement; he looked like a graceful swan.

I shook thought thoughts out of my head, "Hello sir, do you need anything?" I asked.

He shook his head, chuckling a bit, "Ah non, My name is Francis Bonefoy; I live a while away from your house. In other words, we are neighbors. I wanted to stop by and say hello, perhaps if you require any assistance." He said in a heavy French accent.