The Boy Next Door

First time living on my own at university. On the day I moved in, I met the guy living next door. Occasionally borrowing things and exchanging greetings had become the norm between us. Then, one evening, I came home exhausted, only to find the lights wouldn’t turn on. As I stood there, unsure of what to do, I thought of him. Why was he the first person who came to mind? Hesitating, I found myself at his doorbell. Could I ask him for help?