Suddenly, a ball flew through the air towards Alex and missed his head by a mere inch, followed by a deep chuckle and a pat on the back. "And I'm pretty sure another set wouldn't go unwanted." The chuckling voice said, otherwise known as a teenager called Jason. "Is that the new AMG SLK? The 5.5 V8, around 420 horse power?" He remarked, circling the sports car and nodding approvingly. "I'd love it if my mum had one of these, she's just got a crappy Honda Civic." He laughed towards who he guessed to be the mother's son. "I'm Jason, pleasure to meet you both." The teen said, shaking Jack's hand before going over to pick up a couple of weighty boxes.<br/><br/>"Welcome to the neighbourhood." Jason said, carrying the two cardboard boxes filled with Heaven knows what. Sounded like picture frames. He sat them down in one of the large rooms and came back out. Having just turned sixteen, the young man was towards the end of puberty, having broad, muscular shoulders, well formed abs and pecs, along with not too ripped biceps or legs. He'd been described as a lean build by his doctor recently. As with all new neighbours, Jason and others came and helped them unpack, although he guessed some were helping for the some what wrong, or right, reason. To be frankly honest he didn't blame them one bit.