Chapter 2- All The Cohabiting Lovers
When I go home that same day, I drop my keys on the closest drawer to me and stare at the note.
I think it's obvious that note was meant for me, unless of course, it was there before Ryan bought it, but what are the odds of that? He would call me coffee boy because he had not known my name the, but I'm still not sure.
My mind begins to imagine what this place will look like if I go to this address. An old, broken house? An apartment where a stripper lives? Who knows?
Then, my mind wanders into a small section, which is slowly forming to become bigger, about Ryan. He has this thing about him that caught my attention at first. God, I wish I knew what it was. I think about his hair, which always looks soft and silky, and how his eyes basically force people to stare at them because they're so bright and bold. His lanky, awkward figure is honestly so adorable, and he seems like he's into books and poetry, so that's a plus.
When I go to sit down and watch television, my eyes wander onto the note again. They never specified when I should go to that address. What if I'm late?
"After this episode," I mumble quietly and sink down onto the couch, stuffing my face with some pretzels that I found in the pantry.
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I stare at the apartment in front of me before eventually parking my car. It's a nice building, for sure.
I look down at the small note.
Floor 3, Room 304
I tell the receptionist I'm meeting with someone, and then I'm on my way up to floor three. I roam the hall, and I eventually find a door labeled 304.
I stare at the door for a long time, deciding whether or not this is a good idea. One knock, and my life could take a whole new twist. I bite my lip, and gently knock four times on the door.
It's about thirty seconds later when I'm greeted by, well what do you know? Ryan looks surprised to see me, and I have the same reaction.
He's just in a bathrobe.
Just a bathrobe.
I already feel nervous and slightly sweaty. Oh God.
"Uh," Ryan looks confused. I give him a look saying that we met before. He averts his eyes slightly to the left, trying to avoid my gaze.
I sigh and hold up the small note that brought me here in the first place.
"Ah," he says and nods. He motions me in to enter his apartments, and I hesitantly do.
I look around in awe at Ryan's apartment. It has a modern look to it, and suddenly I feel the need to redecorate my apartment soon. I notice a ginormous book shelf, almost covering one entire side of a wall.
I suddenly remember about the books that Ryan "accidentally" returned.
"Holy shit" I mutter and rub my temples. I had left the books at my house. I am such a fuck up.
Ryan turns to me. "What is it?"
"I-I'm sorry man. I forgot to bring the books," I say. "I know, I know, I'm such an idiot. Why be here if I forgot the fucking reason why I'm here," I say quickly. Honestly, I think I forgot to bring the books because I was so mesmerized by the mystery person who wrote the note in the first place. Wow Brendon, good job. Way to go.
To my surprise, Ryan shrugs and begins studying some of the books on his book shelf.
"That's completely fine," he says deeply, not having his eyes on me. I awkwardly stand at the doorway, not sure whether to do anything actually. Ryan finally turns around to look at me.
