Room with a View
By Simarillion

Fandom: RPS
Pairing: Shia Labeouf/Zac Efron
Rating: R (overall)
Beta: draft version (unbetaed)
Word Count: 2436
Warning: Voyeurism, M/M

Summary: When Shia gets grounded for a month by his dad, he starts spending his time watching his neighbours. One neighbour is of particular interest to him.

Disclaimer: Some of the persons mentioned are real, but there’s nothing real about the story. The events and the interactions are wholly invented, and I do not claim to know anything about the real persons, or their private lives.
This story is made up and I do not claim to know anything about the characters privat life and/or their sexual preferences. No money is made with the writing of this piece of fiction.

Author’s Note: This is actually a fic inspired by Shia’s Disturbia. When the question arose about the interest in Disturbia slash, I thought to myself, what if Shia hadn’t watched his young female but his young male neighbour? Here is what might have happened, RPS-syle.



Part One || Part Two || Part Three || Part Four || Part Five



Part One

When his dad gets him home from the police precinct, he almost immediately starts yelling. The entrance door has just fallen shut behind them, and he starts shouting and ranting. About how irresponsible it was. About how disappointed he is in Shia. About what the neighbours and the family might think about this. About a great many things. It goes on for what seems like hours, but might actually be more like twenty minutes. And then he says that Shia’s grounded for the next month.

Shia thinks he might have misunderstood him, because it’s summer holidays and he had loads of plans with friends, about things they wanted to do, but as it turns out, there’s nothing wrong with his hearing, and now he has to stay home, all around the clock. No TV, no X-Box, no nothing. It drives him almost insane. What gives his dad the right to torture him like this?

After three days of staring at nothing, and emo-ing, Shia finds a pair of binoculars in the attic. Don’t ask what he did up there, he just got bored, with his own room, and the house. The glasses are old, and there are some scratches in the lenses, but they are working still.

And now he’s got his own day scheduled around the daily routines of his neighbourhood. He spends hours just watching the interactions and happenings all around him, and he soon decides that real life is far more entertaining than any TV-show, or computer game. There’s always something going on.

Take the Whitakers, for example. Mr Whitaker, who is some kind of business man, at least he leaves the house in some fancy suit everyday. The moment he’s left the house, Mrs Whitaker sneaks over to her neighbour Mr Grady. Shia can’t see what they’re doing, but there aren’t a lot of things you need to draw the curtain for.

The house behind their own, the young couple living there seem to have some kind of fascination with homemade porn. Every other day he can spy on them taping their sexcapades. Watching them is better than any porn, not only because Shia likes to do their voices and imagine himself in their stead. Him and his neighbour to the left.

At the end of the school year, the empty house next to them was sold, and now during the summer hols, the family who bought it, have moved in. The parents are okay, but what really captured Shia’s attention was the son. He looks to be his age, and he’s ridiculously hot.

He’s got longer hair than Shia, and the bangs constantly hand into his face. But not in a sloppy kind of way, more like they had been styled to look like this. He’s got a body which seems to have been sculptured or something like that, and the best thing is that he likes to go swimming. A lot.

So, for the last week, Shia’s been watching the young couple, Mrs Whitaker and Mr Grady, and his neighbour. The inspiration all around him, helped greatly with making up fantasies for jerking off. More often than not, he imagines his neighbour to sneak out of the house, just like Mrs Whitaker, and coming over to Shia. Then they would star in a one of the home video scenarios from the young couple.

The fact that he gets all excited about his new male neighbour doesn’t really come as a big surprise to him. True he never dated, or anything, another boy, but he noticed some time ago, that girls are not the only people who capture his interest in a certain way. Of course he hasn’t told anyone about this discovery. He doesn’t want to loose his friends and family over it, and until now there hadn’t been the case of a person capturing his interest like the boy next door.

Unfortunately Shia’s hot neighbour doesn’t even know that Shia exists. Well, that’s not true. They met once, when Shia went to the garden to get a comic which he had dropped from the window above. The thing is, that he had been so distracted by seeing the other boy that he hadn’t watched his step, and he’s stepped on a rake. Talk about making a good first impression. His nose still hurts where the wooden rail hit him.

Today, Shia has been watching the nameless neighbour for the whole afternoon already. About one, shortly after his parents left for what looked like tennis, the son changed clothes and went for a swim. He’s been swimming and lounging around in the sun chair for the entire time.

When the door bell rings, Shia gets out from the chair he’s got positioned to have a perfect view on the pool, and he trots downstairs to the front door. Megan said yesterday on the phone that she would drop by today. It comes as no surprise then when he opens the door and his friend stands there, flowery sun dress, glasses and something that looks like a bag with fast food.

“Hey!” she hugs him enthusiastically before taking a step back and looking at him. “Oh my, being grounded does not agree with your personal hygiene. You stink, Labeouf.”

“Always great to see you too, Foxy Lady.” The pet name earns him a glare, and Megan smacks him on the head as she passes him by on the way into the house.

“See, who’ll share their burgers with you.”

“I know you. You probably got some salad and some dessert. I’m sure there are no burgers in your bag anyway.”

Megan just smiles smugly at him and reaches into the paper bag. What she takes out is a big cheeseburger, which she then waves tauntingly in front of his face. “What were you saying?”

The smell along makes his mouth water, and the though of biting into the juicy burger has him whimper in a very undignified way.

“If the look of your getting all worked up over that burger wasn’t that pitiful, I wouldn’t give you any of my junk food. You’re one sad and disturbing guy, Labeouf.”

Shia just grunts his agreement and takes the burger and the fries his friend holds out to him. They go to the kitchen to get some soda, and then he takes her back to his chair at the window. They sit down and munch on the food, Shia occasionally taking a glimpse outside, to make sure the neighbour is still at the pool.

“So, what have you been up to this week?” Megan happily nibbles on some fruit dessert she got at the fast food joint as she watches him. “The messages you sent only said something about insanity and boredom, but not much else.”

“Well, I’ve been watching the neighbours.”

“Ew!” She frowns at him. “You’re stalking your neighbours?”

“I’m not a stalker!” Shia protests quickly. “I’m just showing interest in the community. You know, making sure that nothing bad happens.”

“Uh huh. Sure. Anything good to watch in this neighbourhood?” Megan has finished her meal now, and starts packing the paper and the other trash into the paper bag.

“Well, there are a lot of things I found out, but the best thing by far, is the new neighbour that moved in next to us.”

“Is he a hot guy?” Her interest is raised and she looks out the window at the boy Shia’s pointing to. “Wow, I can understand why he’s worth a watch. Nice body and very pretty face. Have you talked to him? Is he nice?”

“Yeah, well, the first and only thing he saw of me, was my face getting dented in by a rake,” grumbles Shia.

Megan laughs out loud. “That’s just so you, Shia. Honestly, there’s no-one with so much bad luck as you.”

“Very funny.” He ignores his laughing friend, who’s by now holding her sides. “I don’t see what’s so funny about that. He’s got to think I’ the greatest spazz out there.”

It takes some more minutes before his friend calms down. She wipes her tears away and turns to look out of the window again.

They continue to watch the other boy for some time, as he dives into the pool and starts swimming lengths. He glides through the water, as he crosses the pool from one end to the other and back. There’s something very calming about the way he moves in the water, all smooth and tranquil.

“You know, it is kind of creepy, the way you sit here and watch him.”

Shia turns to Megan, to find her watching him. “What else am I supposed to do? I can’t go out, and after the rake fiasco, I’m sure he thinks me to be an idiot. At least I can watch him from up here without making any more of a fool of myself.”

He turns back to the window an looks out.

“Shia, I’m sure that he doesn’t think of you as an idiot. Sure, smacking your own face like that, is kind of funny, but I don’t think that he believes you to be stupid because of that.” Her words are supposed to be reassuring, but Shia can’t help but fear what the other boy might think of him.

“Yeah, well, there’s still the problem of me being grounded.”

“You can always ask him to come over, can’t you?”

“Uh, no, I’d rather not do that.” Shia turns once more to his friend. “Besides, I already have loads of friends who can come over and hang out with me. Who smuggle junk food in.”

They share a smile.

“Too true.” She sticks his tongue out at him. “And don’t you dare and forget about who’s your provider of junk food and the newest gossip.”

“I wouldn’t dare to.” He turns the whole chair to look at Megan and settles in for a long listen. “So, you said something about gossip?”

“Where do I start? Well, I guess the best thing would be to tell you about the fight Lauren and Josh had at Tyrese’s party.”

The rest of the afternoon, Megan fills Shia in on what he had missed out. She told him about who broke up, who got back together, who got together in the first place, who had a fight, and so on. For the first time in the last couple of days, Shia missed his friends, missed hanging out with them and sharing in on all the fun they were having.

He hadn’t even notices how his obsession with watching his neighbours had taken over his life. Not once had he though about calling his friends, and Megan was the only one, he’d had contact with, the first three days of his imprisonment.

Shia laughed with his friend about jokes and funny episodes, and asked her for more and more details about parties and drives to the beach. Strangely enough, he realized that even though he missed his friends, he would not want to give up on watching his neighbourhood. He’s not sure if this scares him or not.

Megan is well into a story about how Tyrese got turned out by some girl, when the sound of shouting gets his attention, and both, him and Megan look out the window, just to find Mr Whitaker quarrelling with his wife. Shia checks, and yes, Mr Grady is already sprinting over the lawn to the Whitakers.

“What’s their problem?” Megan attentively watches the fight between the couple.

“I assume that either Mrs Whitaker told her husband that she’s cheating on him with Mr Grady, which would be the neighbour who’s now with them, or he found out somehow.”

Megan looks at him in surprise, but turns back to the display outside. “You know, I think I get why you like watching them so much. They’re better than anything on TV.”

Shia just laughs. “That, they are.”

Mr Whitaker punches Mr Grady in the face before he gets into the car and drives away. Mrs Whitaker just looks after her husband, tears in her eyes, and then walks back into the house without even taking a glimpse at her lover, who’s got a bloody nose, and is dripping on his neighbour’s lawn.

When everyone is back inside their houses, Megan turns to him and looks at him amusedly. “Okay, dish. What is going on in this neighbourhood?”

Smiling Shia starts to tell her about everything’s he watched so far. From the torrid affair between Mrs Whitaker and Mr Grady, to the young couple and their homemade sex videos, to the new neighbours, he even tells her about old Mr Marton’s shooting range in the back of his house.

They laugh and joke about the strangers Shia kept a close watch on, these past days, and he decides that even it is strange and scary to enjoy watching his neighbours like that, he’s not the only one who thinks them to be entertaining.

Megan stays until six, and then she has to leave. Shia takes her downstairs, and promises her to keep her updated on the happenings on his street.

“I’ll come by in a couple of days, and then I want a full update on everything, you hear me.” She hugs him good bye, and Shia lets the door fall shut as she turns left and heads away from his house.

As much as he enjoyed this afternoon, he missed out on a lot of pool watching. Sprinting up the stairs, Shia heads back to his abandoned post. He moves the chair back into position, to return to his watching. He enjoyed the afternoon of catching up and hanging out with his friend, and he’s determined to call and text her, Josh and Tyrese more often from now on.

He settles down and picks up the binoculars, looking out and over to the new neighbours again. It surprises him when he sees that the boy is gone from the pool. Curious he searches the garden and the house with the glasses, trying to find out, where he disappeared to.

What he finds, has him sitting up straight. Megan is at the door of his neighbours, and the boy is standing there, talking with her. They are both laughing, and smiling, when Megan suddenly points over to Shia’s house, up to his window. Shia drops the glasses, as two bright blue eyes meet his through the binoculars and a bright smile is sent his way.

He slides down from the chair and hides from sight. Things just got very bad. His neighbour knows now that Shia’s been watching, and Megan had been the one to tell him. He’ll kill her the next time he sees her, if he’ll survive the embarrassment of being caught spying.





Please, if anybody is interested in beta-reading this for me, please let me know. Furhtermore I have to say that I'm already working on a Shia Labeouf/Robert Downey Jr. story, so if anybody is interested in betaing this one, just tell me. Thanks!