BabyPop Massacre Presents:

10 Mistakes

Number Ten

The Problem with Neighbors

Corbin lay in his bed contemplating the problems that were starting to arise ever since he and his wife moved to the neighborhood of Brownsfield. It was an old but beautiful place that held strong alongside the windy east coast that faced the Atlantic. The houses were luxurious surrounded by a golf course, parks and service center that housed the neighborhood's police.

Though the newlyweds were the talk of the town and made plenty of decent friends, Corbin couldn't fight the obvious anxiety that was gnawing at his heart and rattling his brain.

It was a girl but not just any girl. Her name was Alexia and she wasn't his wife but rather his next door neighbor, a sweet girl who was currently entering her last year in high school.

She was the reason why Corbin wasn't getting any sleep. Corbin was in love with her. Maybe it was the way she carried herself as a woman wise beyond her years. She loved books and the theatre while Corbin's wife wanted nothing to do with the arts.

He and Alexia always left their houses at the same time and would often wave "Good morning" before getting into their cars and driving away. Alexia was always the first to actually leave the street. Corbin loved watching her drive off.

For about 3 months, Corbin kept his admiration as a secret obviously fearing the wrath of his wife but also the possibility that the teenager would shun him from her life. The neighborhood would surely hate him as well-all the friends he had made would be gone.

But what if.

There was that lovely possibility of love being returned. Corbin had read stories of soul mates finding each other even if they were already with someone else. Perhaps Alexia was his soul mate. Of course there was a lousy eight years that stood between them but what if.

Slipping out of bed ever was cautious not wake his wife, Corbin tiptoed to the window that viewed straight into Alexia's bedroom. The lights were off; however she had left her blinds open.

Her auburn puff of hair seemed to absorb the haunting moonlight and the shear beauty of her sleeping form brought an interesting idea to mind.

Corbin tilted his head and looked back at his wife who rolled over in her sleep. Giving her a smirk, he exited the bedroom carefully walking down the stairs and faced the house alarm.

"5. 8." He paused looking upstairs. "0. 6."

Corbin winced at the melody of confirmation as the house alarm was turned off. He slid open the front door with his fingertips and was instantly hit with a large gust of wind.

The plants and chandelier in the foyer swayed in the salty air and Corbin was quick in shutting the door behind him.

"I'm insane." He whispered to himself through chattering teeth. The rich grass was covered in mist and squished under his feet.

The only thing that separated the houses in Brownsfield was a row of dogwood trees that stood stiff against the wind. Despite there soft flowered branches, Corbin found himself being scratched and pulled as if they knew what his plans were.

There was an unexplainable high rushing through Corbin's head as he approached the window to Alexia's room. He noticed the house was completely dark and figured everyone had gone to bed.

Wiping the curls of blonde hair out of his face, he lightly tapped on the window and whispered the only name that ever made him smile like an idiot.

Alexia awoke to the sound of a familiar voice hovering close by. She nearly shrieked seeing a shadowy figure waving at her. "Mr. Labiosa?"She pressed her hands against the window and peered through the foggy glass as best she could.

Corbin was ecstatic. He matched his hands up to hers and smiled. "Alexia."

"What are you doing out there?" Her voice was muffled but lovely.

"I just had to tell you. Just don't freak out okay?"

The high school student raised an eyebrow and sat on her knees. "Why would I ever do that?"

"Because. You've been on my mind forever and I know I'm married but-"

A huge burst of light flashed over the dogwood trees blinding Corbin. He squinted against the harsh light and gasped reckoning the yellow and blue lights.

A stout man dressed in blue stepped out of the vehicle and drew a weapon from his side as well as a megaphone. "STEP AWAY FROM THE WINDOW! NOW!"

Every house on Leafwhite Street instantly lit up and Corbin glanced up at his bedroom window where his wife stood. She was not pleased.