The Edge Of Yesterday

Chapter 6

The next morning, I woke up to to the sound of car engines whirring outside. I pulled myself out of bed, made myself look presentable, all of that stuff. I'm not going to go into detail about my morning routine, since it's extremely monotone; it's the same as everybody else's. 

Rosie hadn't mentioned a specific time at which I could go to her place. She just said that I could come on that day. So I could show up whenever. Maybe even in the middle of the night. 

Alex was still crashing on the couch, sleeping in as always. I wasn't in the mood to drag him off of it, so I just let him sleep in peace. Meanwhile, I opened a packet of strawberry pop tarts and began munching one, not bothering to microwave it, since I believe that they taste better left as they are.

Eventually, Alex got out of bed (or should i say, couch) his hair sticking up in random places. "Hi." he muttered. 

I passed him the other pop tart, which he broke a piece off of, and munched on rapidly. 

"I don't get why you don't like them microwaved." he said flatly.

"They taste better that way." 

"No, they don't." 

"Yes, they do." 

"You're crazy." 

"No, you are." 

"Whatever." Alex shrugged. "Do you know what time we meet up with Rosie and Bones." 

"No, she said that we can come anytime we want." I told him. "But the thing is, I don't know where their house is. Do you recognize this address?" I showed him the piece of paper that Rosie had given me. 

He shook his head. "I'm not a geographer."

"Do we have a map of this city, somewhere around here." I gestured around the room. 

Alex thought for a moment, then responded "No."

"Darn it."

"I suppose we can find a map at one of those corner stores." he stared at his reflection in the mirror, smoothing down the odd bits of his hair. 

We left the house a little while later, finding our way around the streets. We had gotten a map from a corner shop, and Alex claimed that he had figured out where we were going to go. However, we ended up getting completely lost, although he was still putting on the act of knowing the way. 

"Yeah, we just have to" he glanced at the map, then the street, then the map again. "Left. Yeah, we have to go left." 

After taking that turn, we ended up on a street of more dull, murky apartments, tall and sinister looking. The walls of the buildings were covered in graffiti, and bits of broken alcohol bottles littered the sidewalk. A group of guys wearing bandannas and hooded sweater glared at us as we walked by them, like they were going to beat the ever-living hell out of us. 

"We're lost." I groaned. "Most definitely lost." 

"No, we're not" Alex tried defending himself and his pride, but even he didn't seen too convinced by what he was saying. 

I glanced at the blocks, at each scuffed up door, at each someone faded number. "Maybe we're not lost after all" I said quickly.

Alex stopped, looked at the number on the door, and then grinned. "See! We aren't lost after all." 

I made a mhm noise in agreement, and then ventured into the building. The door to get in was right open, so we just strolled in. 

Although Rosie had given me the address of her building, she did not tell me what apartment she was living in, so we were somewhat lost. We began walking up the murky staircase, not sure what floor to stop at and what apartment door to knock on.