When I was about eighteen years old, some new neighbors moved in right next door, the house had been vacant for a couple of years after a nasty break up between the guy and his wife, neither would sell, until now. Mom had gone over earlier before I was out of bed and said they were fresh in from Ireland. I met Connor on day two only getting small glimpses of him as he stayed out of the way of the moving men, they were busy moving in the cargo container that had been put in the driveway for a week, and they had shipped it ahead so it would be here when they arrived. It was the three of them and Connor’s dad, James, had a very thick Irish accent, I had no idea what he was talking about most of the time when I would hear them talking. Connor was a big boy with pale skin with pink lips, dark blonde hair that was sort of a mop of curly hair on top of his head with shorter hair on the sides he looked a little older than me. I was in my room and saw Connor at his bedroom window rig
By Seth Cybertar