Arya's POV
It was some time before I saw the mysteriously attractive neighbor of mine. The following days I had tried to check in on her, but there was no answer when I knocked on the door.
I was conflicted between wanting to be a friendly face and wondering if I was doing too much. But I couldn't help it, she had my attention and there was no denying it.
I'd constantly hear her leaving her apartment at all hours of the morning coming in late at night. It made me wonder what kind of sleep she had been getting if she was living like this.
I looked up at the clock on the stove. It was just past 5 P.M and I had just got home.
Since I was a little girl, I wanted to follow in the footsteps of my uncle. I'd admired him since I could walk. He owned a fashion company he built from the ground up, made sure to take care of me and my brother. He filled the void of my partially absent parents. He was my Idol. When I had the opportunity to move from California to where the headquarters was I didn't waste a second. I was on the plane the next week. Eventually, Isaiah and Xander followed and I was able to find an apartment not too far away from my job.
Everything was falling into place. Besides the fact that I was pulling a lot of all-nighters and had to deal with many ignorant people, life was good.
I cleaned up a little bit because I lived with Isaiah he left everything open. Cabinets, doors, windows...the refrigerator. I spent half my time picking up after him. When he was around Xander, it was worst. It was like cleaning up after children with no home training. It was irritating.
Isaiah would be home soon, undoubtedly with my brother, I couldn't help but admit how frustrating it was not having my own space. I needed the room to allow myself to 'tap in' artistically. With them around all of the time, I found myself not as focused as I should have been.
I loved them...I just needed a little bit more wiggle room.
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It was hours later when the couple returned home. We sat on the couch for hours in each other's presence. Much like Xander and I did when we were younger. I loved my brother and appreciated every minute with him.
Xander was an EMT, he also was a consultant with the local sports team. I was proud of him, always.
Isaiah was a cosmetologist, which was very stereotypical of him. We'd known each other for years before we became close friends. He knew how to make light of heavy situations, sometimes that's what you needed in life.
I'd like to think I was the cause of their relationship, after all I was the one who made the call.
I was out with a couple of my girlfriends and Isaiah had tagged along. We were making our way up some steep stairs when Isaiah, clumsy as is, tripped and ended up breaking his leg. The ambulance was taking too long so I ended up calling Xander...and well, I'd say love at first sight.
Isaiah and Xander eventually decided to go out for the night. To explore the new city we were now calling home some more, but I wasn't feeling it, I had work that needed to be done and other things that weren't a priority, but I needed everything to be perfect.
It took me some time, but I finished eventually.
"Oh, fuck no." I snapped my head to the door. I was nosy I knew that, and like my legs were being compelled I listened with my ear close to the door. I heard a loud thump. I went to open the door when I heard a voice.
"Get her up, hurry up, I got plans tonight." I looked out the peephole in my door to see two guys holding my neighbor up as she struggled to walk. "You gotta help us, bro, pull your weight."
