The Boy Next Door

This boy just moved next door to me about a week ago. He's strange and quiet, very mysterious.

I haven't gotten the chance to meet him, yet. I've seen him through my window when I'm sitting on my ledge while I look out during my time for reading or writing. The first time I saw this handsome stranger was when they were moving in, he was helping carrying in boxes for his parents. He dropped a box on the porch and his mom chuckled at him.

Now, whenever I look out of my bedroom window he's always in his front yard reading or in his room listening to music.

I want to know his name.

I need to meet him.