I live in a town house.

Have you heard of a town house before?
 

No? Too bad. Google it yourself.

So now, I am standing in front of the gate, looking at my house, which is upstairs, and looking back down on my neighbor's house, which located downstairs. I huffed in annoyance. I've been doing that a lot recently since the day I moved here. That being many months ago.

You see, this is the problem with this town house. Although the gates to our doors are separated, we still connected to each other house in some ways. Like, my neighbor's room. The window of his room is directly in my porch. So whenever I got home and went to open the front doors, I can see whatever he was doing, that is, if he opened the windows or the curtains. Which is what he always did. And he always had this habit to litter my porch and throwing things out of his windows. Whenever I spoke to him about it, the answers I get was

"Well, this is part of your house anyway, so why should I bother?."

Yes ladies and gentleman, my neighbor is a . A hot to be exact. But a nonetheless. Just saying.

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That is the beginning of Chapter 1, so if you are interested, I'll update the full chapter soon. I'll just have to check the words and edit some stuff. The town house in this story is based on the one in Malaysia, so you might not understand how the town house actually looked like, and for that, I'm really sorry. But I'll try explaining it in the story so you could understand the story better. That's all for now.

Peace out!

-Belle