I AM
owner of ALL the books
a grand writer (I hope!)
really hungry
1/3 of the Three Musketeers
feeling poetic
in love with life
#christian
a ballerina <3
I gaze out the window of my apartment, 384, not expecting to see anything unusual. As I look out over my small neighborhood I see something, apartment 383. People inside it. I grab my phone. I casually pull up the photo app. I zoom in to see the new people.
There's a mother, a father and a son. I zoom in on the son's face. He looks like he's 16, 17 maybe. I feel a smile spread over my lips. I hop off my old couch and run to my bedroom. I untie my robe and pull on my cutoff shorts and look through my closet for my blue skin tight tee shirt.
I walk to the bathroom and pull my hair into a topknot and I lightly reapply my mascara and lipstick. Enough to see but not too much so I look like I'm trying too hard.
I walk down the stairs to my basement and dig through my wide spread of gift bags for a good one. I grab a new candle from my shelf and place it in the bag along with a boatload of tissue paper. I whip up a quick Welcome to the Neighborhood card and shove it to the bottom of the bag and I wait.
While I'm waiting, I climb into the small alcove in my bedroom. The window there stares directly into one of the rooms. I see boxes sitting on the floor. I take out my phone and zoom in on the boxes. Ethan. I spit out a small giggle.
Once my waiting is over. I grab the bag and walk out the door. I see where the parent's cars were parked and I'm guessing the one in the garage is Ethan's. I rap my fist on the front door and peer through the small window and see a figure coming to the door.
The door opens. Ethan. I plaster a phony smile across my face and introduce myself. "Hi. I'm Elloise Wilson, or Ella for short." I extend my arm out to shake his. Ethan slowly shakes my hand. "I'm Ethan Williams."
I bite back the urge to say "I know" Instead I cough up a cheery, "Nice to meet you Ethan!" He nods. "Yeah, you too... Ella" He tells me I can come in.
I step inside the house. He leads me to the kitchen. I hand him the small bag. He looks confused, but opens it. "Thanks," He says. "Mom'll love it." I smile.
He tells me he'll be back. I nod and say OK. When he leaves I sit down on the couch and study the room. Picture are already on the walls and the fireplace mantel. I pull out my phone and take quick snaps of the pictures.
When Ethan comes back I stand up. "I should be going." I say and I walk to the door. He follows me, opens the door for me and as I'm walking out he hands me a slip of paper and then closes the door.
I walk into my living room and sit on my own couch.I look at the paper. He's written his number on it. I laugh. Yeah OK, like I didn't see that coming. I pull out my phone a type in is number and send him a quick "Hay!"
After sending the message to him I scroll through the pictures I took. I smile a toothy grin. This is gonna be good.
Footnotes
This story does not have an ending yet. This is one of many parts of apartment 384. There will be more coming.
(sidebar: this story is somewhat based off of "The Woman in the Window" by A. J. Finn.)