You’ve been living in your home as long as you can remember. An average sized american home with a bluish grey color and white accent, a spacious backyard with a white fence surrounding it. The house next to yours — a similar style, with some differences — had been unoccupied for the longest,

Until about two weeks ago.

Two weeks ago, Jones Family moved in. They were some of the friendliest people you’ve witnessed — your average white, blonde american family. Their sons, Alfred and Matthew, happened to go to school with you;Alfred was on the football team, as the star quarterback— everyone had their eyes on him no matter where you went, the younger twin usually stuck in his shadow. The family hosted a housewarming party, which you didn’t attend (either because you were busy or didn’t wanna go) and you didn’t really talk to them much. You’ve seen both of the brothers around school or the neighborhood, without a word spoken.

Today was your average warm saturday, you left sitting in your living room doing whatever. The doorbell rings and you get up to answer it, seeing the kid you were pretty sure was Matthew.

“H-hey there,”

he started awkwardly, fiddling with his sleeve.

“Me and Alfie kinda threw our ball in your yard.. could you grab it for us? Sorry.”

he gets out with a shy expression. Great.