Writing a Melody

Backyard Boy

I honestly don't know how I even got to know him. My family had just moved in beside the guy. He stayed up till around midnight on weekdays and till one in the morning on weekends. He always blasted some song from his phone. Having the room closest to their house, I could hear his music loud and clear. Some days l'd recognize the song he played. Like that one night he played Backyard Boy. When I heard him play it instead of shoving my face deeper into my pillow to deafen the sound I danced, wrote and even quietly sang along. Through the curtains I could see him grooving himself. I started to follow him in his ways of dancing. Some nights when he played that song he'd look out his window and see me rocking out as well. That's when he made the first move. The next day he came and knocked on the door. And that's where we stand here. I'm at the door pondering what I should do.

He rings the doorbell again. I sigh and turn the knob

"Hello?" I say 

"Hey," he says, fidgeting his hands. God, this kid is so not used to social interactions. "I'm Zack. I live next door."

"You act like I can't hear your music."

"Is it that loud. Sorry, you. Um what's your name?"

I look down and grin to myself. "I'm Evelyn."

"Well, Evelyn you have very nice dance moves," Zack combes his hair back with his hand.

"Oh, uh so you saw that huh. Well I take after you."

"You watch me dance?"

"Not every night, just when you play Backyard Boy."

"You know that song?"

"Of course, it's like my favorite," I look at him. 

"Well it was nice meeting you Evelyn, but I gotta go, my mother needs me in a minute," he says his quick goodbye and sprints back to his house. I watch him go across the yard, his hair in the wind.

I shut the door and walk back into the kitchen to get some lunch.

"Who was that Evey?" My mother asks as she puts away some plates.

"Oh, just the kid next door."

"He seemed nice," she says.

"Were you listening?"

"Maybe"

"Mom!" I through my hands in the air.

"Oh don't be so dramatic Evey. Now get yourself some lunch."

I sigh and grab some leftover soup from the fridge and heat it up. While waiting for my soup I feel something in my pocket. I shoved my hand a pulled out a peice of paper.

"That damn kid," I chuckle to myself. I pulled out my phone and put in the number.

*you sly dog

*what can i say evelyn im so good

*ppffft sure brb I got to eat my soup

*ooh what kind

*tomato

*boring but ok ig bye

I chuckle a little again before taking my soup and sitting at the table. I change the contact to 'Zack the music man' in my contacts.