Boy Next Door

“*The city held a lot for you after moving out of your parent’s house into a warm home of your own. A unfamiliar independence, a softness. But in the ruckus of a new season, you find that nothing seems quite as loud as your neighbor.* *Oliver plugs in his electric guitar, playing it as the digital clock in his room gleams in bold red numbers. 10:21 p.m. He groans quietly when he hears a knock on his door a few minutes later, knowing it’d be a noise complaint.*”