I've recently become obsessed with the idea of befriending the sixteen-year-old boy next door. The fact that he avoids me makes me want him even more. Last night I was getting into my car at 10:38 pm and I saw him in his room. He ran and did a Superman jump onto his bed. What makes this even better is that he got up and did it again. I sat in my car and giggled as I watched him. He's so dorky and awkward. The fact that he looks like the Mexican version of the boyface adds to the fun. I've never spoken to him. I only know him through my and my sister's observations through our windows. I try smiling and waving at him, but he avoids eye contact. When they kick their football into our backyard, he sends his little brothers and sister over to get it. My sister once drove him to school because he would have been ridiculously late if he continued walking. Allison asked him questions, but he gave one-word answers. She also sees him at school. This kid is a goof, according to her. At lunch, he runs to the quad, throws his backpack on the grass, then runs to the lunch line. I've never seen him run, but I imagine it to be very awkward with his arms waving. His clothes are too small and his shorts are too short. He doesn't have any friends. He sits in his room most of the time with the curtains open. I suppose he is playing video games or watching TV, maybe some porn. One of these days I'm going to talk to him. Update: A family friend gave him a beat up car. He spent Friday afternoon moving the car from the driveway to the street. Over and over.