Boy next door

Moving in

Gavin was excited to get out of the city. After him and his now ex boyfriend had split he wanted to get away from the memories. So he purchased a small home on a quiet street in the suburbs. All of his boxes arrived a day before him, so only a few personal items arrived with him in the car. When he pulled up to his new house it was perfect for him. The house sat on a quiet street, a simple two story home with plenty of windows for natural light. Gavin preferred this as he worked at home, writing articles for a social blog and working on a book of his own. He put the car in park and a smile came across his face as he looked at his new home. An old oak tree stretching its branches beside the house casting sage from the late summer sun. He jumped out of the car scooping up boxes from the back seat of the car. Closing the door with his foot he adjusted the boxes and walked up the sidewalk. Resting the boxes on the porch rail he pulled out the key and unlocked the door.

The next few days Gavin spent opening boxes. He didn't realize he had so much stuff. Coming from a small one bedroom loft apartment he had managed to collect a larger amount of items. He sat on the edge of the couch opening up a box labeled personal. Inside he found photos of him and Michael and small items that he had been given over the course of the nearly five years they were together. Now Gavin, twenty eight years old was starting his life over. He closed the box and taped it shut again. "This. An go in the attic." Me mentioned pushing it aside. The unpacking took him nearly a week between trying to do work and organize the house. He was quiet the OCD when it came to everything in its place. The items on the shelf's in his office were perfectly placed. Books all perfect in a row, even in alphabetical order. His desk faced a set of double windows which looked out across the yard. He could see the fenced in back yard, and the forest beyond. The other window in the room faced the neighbors house, which had its own fenced in yard and small deck on the back. Now that he was settled in he was picking up where he left off work. He jumped back to it and began working on an article about moving and leaving city life behind. He knew his readers would want to know about the transition from city to a more rural life. Gavin developed a daily routine which included waking up early and jogging down the street to end and back. The neighborhood was as quiet as they come. He would only see one car every morning on his jog, he assumed they were headed to work for the day. Gavin's life was coming together and as the weeks went on he was becoming adjusted to the smaller town life.

Each Sunday he would drive down to the local grocery and pick up things that were needed. In the small town it was not a standard box store but a smaller local run store with basic items. Not any of the finer things like he had been used to. So adjusting to that was still a struggle. When he returned home he started unloading the car when a noise caught his attention. "Need a hand?" The voice asked. He lifted up from the trunk of the car to see a guy in his late teens standing behind him. "I live next door. You just moved here right?" He said to him. "Yeah, I did. I'm Gavin." He told the young guy. "Hey. I'm Foster. I saw your moving truck here last week right?" He asked. Gavin nodded. "Here, let me help you with that." He mentioned walking up and helping to grab bags. "Oh, thanks. Not used to this kind of friendly neighbors where I am from." Gavin told Foster. "Oh, wheres that?" He asked interested. "I was living in Boston." He informed him closing the lid of the trunk. "Why would anyone move from Boston to this small hole of a town?" Foster stated as a question. "I needed to get away from the city life. I lived there my entire life, and well it was just not my scene anymore." Gavin told him as they walked to the side door. "I would rather live in the city I think, but then again I have only lived here. So I guess that is just me wanting a change of scenery." Foster explained as they walked up the step to the door. Gavin fussed with the bags to get the keys out of his pocket but couldn't reach them. "Here, let me." Foster mentioned as he slid his hand into Gavin's pocket and pulled out the keys. Their eyes met, and Gavin could see Foster's golden brown eyes in the sunlight. He shook his head and smiled. "It's the silver key." He mentioned as Foster unlocked the door and let them in.

They made their way in the kitchen and sat the bags on the table. Gavin couldn't help but to notice foster. He was a cute guy with dark brown hair with loose curls on his head. Smooth skin, and not a single blemish. He even noticed he shape of his lips, and how they had the most exact cupid's bow. He wore cut off jeans with rolled up hems, and a gray tank top which showed off his arms. Gavin didn't want to notice that he was cute, but he couldn't help it. "You live alone?" Gavin asked pulling items out of the bag and putting them away, while Foster was pulling items out sitting them on the counter. "No, I live with my parents. Only child so I get bored." He mentioned. Gavin felt uneasy that he may have a minor in his house, and he was just thinking of how cute he was. "That's cool. In school?" Gavin asked. "Nah, I graduated last year. Collage life don't seem to be in the cards for me. No money." Foster mentioned. "You could apply for a scholarship you know?" Gavin told him slipping a bag of chips in the cabinet. "I tried. But with my step mom not working and my dad in ill health, it was better I stay here. Who knows when I am older I might go." He informed. "How old are you now?" Gavin asked bluntly, but mostly because he wanted to know if his thoughts were OK to have. "Oh,I am nineteen." He told him, folding up the bag now empty. Gavin felt a slight relief knowing he had not just thought of this cute boy as someone under age. "So yeah, I am just across the way. If you need anything just knock. I get bored and honestly getting out of the house is nice." Foster told him with a soft smile. He had that pretty boy smile, that made Gavin feel things inside. "Thank you again for your help. My door is always open." He told Foster smiling back. "Thanks. I'm gonna run, see you around Gavin." He said walking to the door and closing it.