A Fiery Romance

My New Neighbor

Stray's POV
"Of course I'll be your friend! We already know each other's names. What more do we need to know?" I say to Lea. I made a new friend on my first day. This made me think that it wasn't going to be so bad here. Lea had agreed to help me unpack and arrange some renovations at the apartment. "So come on! What are we waiting for?" Lea grabbed ahold and linked my arm within his. He started skipping up the walkway like I did before I ran into him. Was he that excited to make a friend? "So Stray, how old are you?" And there it started. The questions that you are asked to reveal more about yourself at the beginning of every friendship. "I am 24. How old are you, Lea?" It's always grateful to counter the question back. That way you can know more about them too. "Whoa! You're a youngster. I'm 25." I didn't think much of his age, in regards to if he's being honest. "Youngster?! You're only one year older. Don't get ahead of yourself, pal! Me and you, we're practically the same." This, however, makes Lea laugh. His smile was pretty cute. I didn't really know the guy, but I'd have to say, he was pretty attractive. His emerald-green eyes dazzled upon the sunlight. His ruby-red hair lightly bounced on his back, whilst skipping along. We made it to the apartment building. "Oh hey, we're here. What's your apartment number?" He turned to look at me. "It's 216. Second floor, room 16." Excitement must've took over his expression. Still holding on to my arm, we dashed up the stairs. We made it up the stairs, safely and rounded the corner to my room. "It is true." Lea said in astonishment. He released my arm, turned to face me eye to eye, held out his hand and said, "Nice to meet you, neighbor." Neighbor? What? Is this for real? If he's playing that sort of prank, I don't like it. Where you're being told a surprise, so you get surprised, and then they tell you the truth afterwards. "What? Neighbor? What do you mean?" Lea pointed to the door that read 215 right beside my door, only two inches in between our rooms. Our rooms are wall to wall, door to door, frame to frame. This day just keeps getting surprising by the minute. I take his hand, still awaiting a shake. "Nice to meet you too...neighbor." This was all too real.