I peered out my window and examined what was going on outside with the movers truck. A boy with red hair, stretched ears, a nose ring, and a flannel shirt on started picking up boxing then I realized that he is moving upstairs. In the apartment that has been abandoned. Mostly because of the bars' loud music. The boy caught me looking through the curtain and flashed a smile. I closed it and look away. Some mature/adult situations and triggers. Reader beware.