She's The Artist

| Chapter 7: Lost In Thought |

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It is now the next Morning, the sun is bright and full of life. I, on the other hand, feel and look like shit.

It's 7a.m in the Morning and I'm about to do my daily jogs. Well, not 'daily' but every second day jogs.

As I make my way to the main lobby of the complex, I take a chance to do my detective work.

I walk up to the lady from the other day that's behind a desk and start my work.

"Hi. I'm so sorry to bother you but I need a little help. . . " I say and lower my head to "hind" my embarrassment.

"Oh no, don't worry, go ahead." she smiles.

"Okay well, my neighbor, is acting very weird and possessive and is always all over my apartment. I just wanted to know if I should know anything about him from the past that this has happened before and I'm not the only one that's got this happened to." I smile back at her.

"What's their room number?"

"273."

"No. Nothing has every really happened with that person before. We only ever got two or so noise complaints. Nothing big." she looked back at me and smiled once again.

"Okay. Thank you so mush!" I said and started to walk away.

"No problem!" she waved at me and I turned around and headed for the front entrance.

Okay. At least I know that my asshole neighbor is not a psycho or something. . .

I walked out of the doors and immediately got whipped with a huge gust of wind. Well, it is late September. . .

I took my air pods out of their case and placed them in my ears. I graded my phone from my pocket and messed around with it until music started to pour into my ears. I then shoved my phone back into my pocket and started my jog.

The mornings in New York seem to be chilly so far. Not that I have a problem with that but I guess the hot Chicago summer caught me off guard with the difference in temperature.

As I make my way through the city, I noticed a lot more homeless people here than in Chicago. Well, New York is a big city with lots of things to do and see but I guess some people just have to do what they have to do to live. . .

Sometimes I envy homeless people. Some of them are run away teens. Some lost their jobs and couldn't go anywhere. Some lost their family's and had nowhere else to go or live. But, that's not why I envy them. I envy them because there a community. There all in one. Yes, some homeless are bad but they help each other. Get food for each other. Help them with whatever they need. Like community. Like family.

I never had a good community to stay in. I'm always moving. Always going somewhere new. So, I never got to know what a real community felt like.

As I turn right on a very narrow street, I stop to take a breath.

I don't know how long I was running for but, it looks like awhile. I should probably start heading back.

I turn back around and head back in the same direction as I came from.

In less than 10 minutes, I'm back at the complex.

I look at the time on my phone and see that it's almost 8 am.

I start up up the stairs and into the building. I make my way to the door where the stairs are and open it only to find that the one and only my asshole neighbor opens the door before me and walks right into me. Stupid motherf-

"Woah." he holds he's hands out to me and try's to steady me.

"Oh my God! Why dose this keep happening to me!" I groan as I look up at the celling in frustration.

"You really don't like me, do you?" he grins.

I drop my head and look at him with a blank look.

"Is it that obvious?"

He gives me a blank look in return.

"Okay. I have to go now." I say in a chipper tone and give him my best fake smile ever.

I grip he's hands and push them off of me and give him a small wave and start to walk up the stairs to my apartment.

Once I reach the top, I open the door and walk to my apartment door.

I take my keys out of my pocket and open the door and walk inside, placing the keys on the side table and closing the door and locking it.

I grip a water bottle from the fridge and sit on the counter top and stare at the wall.

Why dose that stupid asshole want to talk to me? Has he seen the way I look or even take the hint that I don't want to talk to him?

All this thinking is giving me a big headache.

I place the now empty water bottle in the garbage and make my way to the bathroom.

I know the perfect way to calm me down. 

Hello again readier!

Yes! I did a double upload. I know! I would have never thought myself. 

Btw, this was the surprise. So. . . .SURPRISE!!:)

Anyways. . .

Quote Of The Day: 'Ride your dream the way you want to. Not they way your supposed to.' 

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