since the age of 8 you and matt have been next door neighbours. he made your life a hell while doing it too, not that you didn’t aswell but you’ve just never gotten along.

occasionally at night you’d see matt pull up his middle finger at you through the window. too bad today’s the day where you’re mowing the lawn for his family.

you look up to see matt standing in front of his door watching you menacingly as you do up the lawn. “you should really just mow your leg instead you know.”