•may•
i choked on my food as he stood there. at my door was the famous ricky dillon. i watched him when my mother died and she watched him with me before she died.
"hey, you need water or help?" he said
i swallowed a mouthful of fried rice with grains still stuck in my throat.
"im fine,thank you."
i tried to stay as nonchalant as possible but tears started to form. i don't know if the tears came from the fact that i love ricky or his face reminds me of the fun my mom and i had.
"did i do something?" said ricky in a scrambling panic
"no,not at all" i replied
"im ricky, i guess we're now neighbors. if you ever need help around the neighborhood just knock on my door."
ricky says calmly
"i know who you are, and thanks so much" i reply
"i came over so you know I'm not a creepy old dude who runs from girl, but i came back from my nightly jog so i was a little tired" says ricky
"its fine, thanks so much. my name is may by the way"
"that's is a pretty name, and if you need help unboxing you can always just shout through the walls. i moved in 2 months ago, and it took me forever to unpack alone."
"thanks, i need to finish my food sooooooo"
"okay go enjoy it with ought choking." he chuckled as he walked back to his door.
i shut my door and when to my chair.
