Neighbors||Caleb&Lucas
"Honey, I'm home!" It's the typical picture perfect family greeting though Caleb doesn't happen to be in business suit and carrying a brief case. He's just in skinny jeans and a loose fitting v-neck along with a leather jacket and instead of a brief case -- a guitar case. Band practice with his twin sister had gone pretty well and they were hoping to be in the studio by next week with some really good stuff, but he knew it would be hard -- if they ever did make it big. He had a wife to come home to, after all.
"Hi, love," She responds as she walks to the front door. She looks like the epitome of a stay at home mother -- though they have no kids. She's not able to have any to both of their dismay. They were still a happy family though and planned on adopting sometime in the near future. They'd be perfect then. Caleb would be happy and content with his life then. Right?
"Someone's finally moving in next door?" Caleb asks as he slips out of his jacket and hangs it up. His wife walks into his arms and he gives her a feather light kiss, but it doesn't feel the way it used to, but he'll keep his mouth shut about that. He wanted this marriage to work and his dad was proud of him for marrying a good Christian woman -- but that wasn't what Caleb wanted. He just wouldn't admit it to himself.
"Oh yes. I chatted with him earlier today. He's uh quite the character," She says with a small smile, "Actually, I promised that once you got home we'd help him with some things since he's all on his lonesome. I'm still cooking dinner though, so would you-"
"I'm on it, babe," Caleb says -- cutting her off and pecks her lips before he's slipping his jacket back on, setting down his guitar and walking back out the door. Of course, his overly friendly wife would promise such a thing to a neighbor. She invited the ones they already had around all the time. He knew she was probably lonely while he was gone, but still. The thought really unsettled him.
Despite that, he walked next door. His hair was a bit of a mess, matted curls from sweat as he always put his all into practice, so he brushes the dark locks away from his face as he approaches the door, knocking lightly and then shoving his hands into his pockets. There's this certain curiosity to what his wife meant by the fact that he was quiet a character and soon he was going to find out.











