Friday, 27 December 2013

New Neighbors.

“sooo, was he a good kisser? I asked Billie as we ate our breakfast the following morning. I had noticed at the end of the night before we left they had a little make out session.

“He was okay,” she smiled, munching on her cereal.

“aaaand, you’re going to see him again?” James asked.

“I don’t know guys! It was just a flirt and a kiss!”

James and I looked at each other and laughed.  “I did give him my number…” she smiled.

“It’s about time one of us got a man,” James sighed, suddenly looking sad and distant. I nodded in agreement. In all honestly I did want a boyfriend, I hated to admit it but I’m very not very independent and the thought of having someone there for me felt very comforting, and also I missed the sex. But who knows, I still have my date with Ace and maybe one with Jake (guy I’d met on the train) so things weren't looking too bad.  We were all going home today and luckily the winds aren't’ as bad today so they train shouldn't be delayed.
After backing up our stuff and saying good bye to my family, which was pretty sad (I miss them already) we were on our way home.

As soon as I walked into my cold and empty apartment I knew I needed to clean. The place stunk like a fast food restaurant. The rest of the afternoon was spent cleaning my whole apartment out and re arranging a few pieces of furniture. The theme of my apartment was pink and white. I had white furniture with pink pillows, fairy lights, rugs, lamp shades, it was extremely girly, and the only guy who would want to move in with me would be James.  Just as I was lighting a candle, which was watermelon flavor and smelt delicious I heard a knock on the door. I wasn't expecting anyone over and usually they would buzz from downstairs. I opened the door and standing there was a cute man probably in his late twenties. “Hey, I just moved in next door, I just wanted to come introduce myself,” he went to shake my hand which was kinda awkward, however I smiled warmly. He was defiantly more my type than the guy id met on the train, his hair was dark brown and slicked back and I could tell by his worn, fitted jeans and rolled up shirt sleeves he had a nice style.
“Oh hey, I didn't realise the place had sold already!” I laughed, slipping my lose hair behind my ear.
“Yup, just moved in today, my fiancé is just sorting out the boxes, you should pop over sometime for a drink if you’re not too busy.” I smiled, he seemed nice, sucked about the fiance though I thought meanly.

“Sure yeah!”

“Do you live here alone?” he asked, looking behind me. I nodded.

“Yup…” I smiled.

“Cool, anyway I should be getting back to help Jane out, nice to meet you, I’m Matt.”


When I got back into my apparent I put my feet up and watched some TV. I then realised how bored I was. I began to really miss my family, my apartment was so empty and dull, I missed the noise and the action. I then jumped up and blew out my candle, I had an idea.


“Hey, I’m so sorry to be so intrusive but I wanted to ask if you needed any help unpacking?” I was standing outside the door of my new neighbours.

“Erm, sure hold on,” Matt replied, “Jane!” he called. After a moment or so a pretty, tall blonde girl appeared. “This is…”

“Scarlett,” I smiled.

“This is Scarlett, she lives opposite us, she came to ask if you needed any help unpacking?” Suddenly her face lit up.

“Oh my god, for real?” she smiled. I nodded.

“Yes! Thank you, you have no idea!” she laughed walking back into her apartment, I followed her, “I’m such a perfectionist aren't I Matt?” She laughed.Matt agreed sitting down at his desk. “And I can’t rest until everything is put away and you see Matt is extremely busy with an article he’s writing; ugh I wish somebody had told me moving was this stressful!” I laughed, she seemed bubbly, I liked her and felt kinda bad I was checking out her boyfriend… he was cute though.
Jane and I chatted for ages while I helped her unpack all her china and glasses. She told me all about her old apartment being tiny and they had too much stuff to fit in it, that’s why they had moved. She also told me about her career as a model which I found soo cool. She modeled women’s fashion in catalogs and magazines and she and Matt had met when he interviewed her for an article he was working on for his magazine. Apparently it was love at first sight and they had got engaged almost a month later. Maybe that was a little too fast, but they seemed happy.
“We actually have a cat,” Jane smiled, placing a set of cutlery in the draws, “he’s staying with my mum while we get the place sorted.”

“Oh really? I’m actually a veterinary nurse,” I smiled.

“Oh wow! I know who to go to now if my little baby gets poorly!” she laughed.

“Yeah, I love animals,” I smiled.

“Do you have any?” she asked. I shook my head.

“You should totally get one! Oh my god they could be friends, how cute is that!” she was giggling and I couldn't help but smile.

“I've been thinking about it, it’s just I see animals every day, but then my apartment is pretty lonely, that’s one of the reasons I came over actually, I've just been visiting my parents where there’s loads of company and now it’s just me, feels kinda sad,” I sighed.

“Oh, well you’re always welcome and I’m extremely grateful for the help!” she said. I smiled.



After we were done we exchanged numbers and I invited her round for a drink sometime. I was glad I had new neighbors who seemed really nice and I could see myself becoming good friends with Jane, she seemed like good fun. Just when I was getting ready for bed I heard my phone buzzing, it was Billie.

“Have you seen James today?” she then asked without even saying hello. I thought about it and then I realised I hadn't.

“No, I haven’t actually, have you?”

“No, I’m kinda worried, we normally meet on Friday nights but he hasn't replied to my texts all day.”

“Oh, I’ll try calling him.” I was worried now, James never usually went AWOL.

“He won’t reply, I've tried.”

“Maybe we should go over there,” I suggested.

“No, he’s a grown man he can look after himself I guess, perhaps he’s just busy.” I said.

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