The Boy Next Door (Mavin)

Prologue: The Boy Next Door

Prologue:

Everyday I gaze across the street at that wonderfully beautiful gray house.

Okay... It's not that wonderful. Honestly, it's pretty ugly. But to me, it's beautiful in a kind of untouched way. The overgrown lawn and mess of plants in the garden. It's all beautiful in my eyes.

My mum always said I had a knack for that. That is finding the best in everything. Seriously, you could give me anything, set it in front of me, and tell me to find something good about it and I always will. Even if it's a dead body.

That actually happened once.

Anyway, I'm not here to bore you with my not-so-exciting explanations. I'm here to tell you about the house across the street and its occupants.

I've only met them on a few occasions (and trust me, they weren't happy occasions) but I still remembered them like I had just met them yesterday.

There was David Jones, the runner of the entire house. He was a well built and powerful man, not to mention very intimidating. His hair was as fiery as his personality and his eyes as dark as his soul.

Then there was Emily Jones, the petite and quiet wife of this man. Well... She was quiet when she was sober. Otherwise she was an absolute foul mouthed, angry, and horrifying nightmare.

At one point there was an older son named Brandon Jones however he no longer lived with them. I couldn't remember what happened to him. Maybe he enlisted in the army?

Then there was Michael Jones.

He was a piece of work.

He was short, like his mother, but stocky, like his father. He shared his father's hair, eyes and personality. Although, he wasn't as intimidating as his father, you really didn't want to get into a tussle with him.

Nowadays he kept to himself. He didn't have any friends as far as I could see. In fact, if anyone talked to him he'd probably yell at them to go away.

Honestly, I've thought about going up to him and talking to him. But then there's Geoff and Ryan who keep me from doing so. They always watch out for me, kind of like big brothers. But sometimes, I wish they'd realize that they aren't my brothers and I just like to be nice and sociable, even to someone who is probably the least sociable person on this planet.

I would give anything to crack open Michael Jones and see who he really is. Someone like him has to have some sort of deep inner self.

But for now, he's just the boy next door.
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