Neighbour (Luke Hemmings a.u.)
"How old are you?", he asked taking a drag from his cigarette.
"17," I replied, mesmerized at his very well structured face, just the beauty of this man amazed me.
"Well shit," he chuckled, "25 years-old, when you look at it I could be you're father."
We both laughed at the idea of him actually being my father, "It's three in the morning, you should probably go on inside," He suggested dryly.
"If you say so Daddy."
That's when I knew, everything would change.