short stories

wrong floor

Author's Note: Once again, this is a very short story and not that much "romance"?? But anyways wrote/typed it either way. 🤷‍♀️

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"Fuck!" I shout as I drop my purse and phone onto my doormat, using both my free hands now to unlock this son of a bitch door. One of my neighbors, which that I had never seen before, a few doors down the hallway, who is now exiting her apartment about to leave, stares at me with a concerned look.

"Are you alright darling?", my old neighbor approaches me with her cane, step by step.

"No! I am not alright! I can't get this stupid door to open.", I wiggle the key into the doorknob, twisting left and right, with distress and stop... because this cheap-ass snaps IN FUCKING TWO. "I'm sorry. I'm just really really drunk right now and it's like midnight or something and I'm tired and I just really wanna sleep but this-", I hit the door with as much force with my hand,"damn door won't open and the key just fucking broke on me."

I slide down the door with my head in my head while tearing up. Why the fuck I'm I emotion right now? This is some baby shit right here.

The old lady leans forward as much as she can with her cane and puts her hand on my shoulder. "Here, I'll do this. I'm heading out anyways so I'll just pass by the lobby and tell them you need help opening up your apartment." She pats my shoulder 2 times with a I'm sorry for you smile. I shoot her one back at her and sit there as she leaves in the elevator.

It feels like hours sitting here, on the cold hard floor, waiting for someone to help me open my apartment door. It's even worse since I'm drunk as fuck. It was definitely not a good idea to drink like there was no tomorrow.

Ding-ding. I hear the elevator and immediately look up at the guy who's here to save me. Thank God!! He gives me the same look as the old lady but a even worse one. Like a what the fuck is wrong with the girl.

I study him a bit. Dirty blondish hair with brown eyes. Looks like he just got off of work since he is wearing a suit paired with some sexy glasses and a briefcase. He looks around my age, around 26, and about 5'11 or even 6 feet tall.

I stand up in front of my door as the guy approaches me. "Oh my Gosh! Thank you for finally coming. I swear I'm not stupid it's just that my key broke and I can't get into my apartment-", I get cut off while pointing at my door.

"Are you sure you're at the right apartment Miss...", the guy looks down at me. This man is so damn sexy what the fuck.

I just stand there not knowing what to say, until i realizes his waiting for my name. "Miss Alannah. I mean- not Miss but like you said that but you can just call me Lana or Alannah or-"

"Okay, Lana. What are you doing in front of my apartment at", mystery guy looks down on his watch. "12:37am?" He looks back up at me and I swear he is reading and looking down deep into my soul. I hope he doesn't read that I think he would be a good fuck-

"What the fuck do you mean 'my apartment'? And by the way, you cut me off 2 times which is kinda rude since this is our first time ever meeting. If you were my friend, that would be fine.", I cross my arms in front of my chest and lean against my door. I can't deal with a hottie right now im too drunk for this-

"Well, its my place. Look Lana, I have the keys right here.", he dangles the keys to 'his apartment' in front of my face. I snatch it from his hand and see.. Room 208.

I'm room 308.

I look up at him and blush. "Oops! Maybe I had a bit much to drink. Ummm here take your keys back. Sorry, I swore this was my place."
I look at the outside of the apartment one last time and start grabbing my things.

Mystery guy looks at my with a panty dropping smirk and shakes his head. "It's fine, I don't blame you. This whole complex looks the damn same. Even with all their money they have, they can't at least make it easy to tell the doors apart."

I trip over his damn mat like a damn idiot and bump mystery guy. "I'm sorry again, ughhh. Today really isn't my day. Oh and umm..." I point at him for his name.

"Jared. My name is Jared.", he smiles at me and looks back at the door, trying to put he's key in but failing.

"Oh yeah umm, I'm sorry about your door. My key snapped because it got suck inside the lock and you most likely can't get in because of it.", I tell Jared while giving him an obvious I'm sorry face. I begin walking away while think about delusional stuff once again.

He's so hot I'd lowkey have his babies. Shut the fuck up, Lana, we all know you can't push that big head through your vagina. What the fuck, why did I just think that in my head-

"Lana?", Jared calls out from behind me. I squeeze my eyes and while clutching my bag and slowly spin around to face him. What the fuck? What the fuck? Did I just say that out loud or what?!

"Yes, Jared."

"You left this.", He holds up my hand sized notebook while we both meet each other halfway.

I grab it. "Right. Thanks and sorry once again for jamming your doorknob. Ummm, bye." I awkwardly walk away to the elevator with my small notebook in my hand.

"It's good, Lana. Hope you see you around. Bye!?", Jared says while watching me enter the elevator and gives me a small wave of goodbye.

As im riding up the elevator, waiting for my stop, I open my notebook and find a written message in "Jared's" handwriting.

Here's my number if you want to see each other a second time ;) - Jared (the guy you had a little convo with btw since you seem a little drunk)

And that's how I met your father.