Trust Me

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Okay..so I really never prepared for something like this to happen.

So I thought of the only thing that was really logical.

I need to get an apartment.

Man, this is definitely going to screw me up.

As I walked down Purple Mountain Street (god hate that street) and dug into a nearby trashcan pulling out yesterdays newspaper.

"There's gotta be an add for a nearby apartment" I hoped aloud.

Skimming through the paper I found the weirdest adds and articles before I found the one I was looking for.

5 YEAR OLD WINS HOT DOG EATING CONTEST

Hey maybe she was Mr. Wild's niece or something.

ELDERLY CLEANERS NEEDED (REPORT TO NURSING HOME)

....No comment

PANTS FOR SALE

I have some pants thank you..

VACANT APARTMENTS AVAILABLE ONBLUE MOUNTAIN STREET

What there's aBLUE MOUNTAIN?

"Oh well" I thought to myself, "All I need is an apartment."

I also thought about Mr.Wilder..and I made a few new colorful names for that douche bag. I sighed and made my way to Blue Mountain Street.

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As I reached Blue Mountain Street I came across an old building in desperate need of repair. I frowned seeing the vacant sign light up inside of it (for I hoped this wasn't the building) and made my way to the front desk. There sat a woman about 50 years old, knitting.

"Um..excuse me?" I said in my most politest voice. Her head immediately snapped up to look at me.

Surprisingly, she was smiling.

"A costumer!! Oh I haven't seen one of you in ages!! What can I do for you deary? Cookie?Muffin? Cake? Make yourself at home. I'm Mrs. Tibbits by the way." Surprisingly again she gave me an even bigger smile and shook my hand violently, later pulling me into a hug.

It really was hard to talk when a big jolly old lady was suffocating you.

"Well...Hiiiii....My naa...me is...Lauren...Greeeenfeillddd.." I said in pain. When she realized this she let me go. "And I'd really just like a small apartment that won't cost too much...see I won't be staying long" I told her.

"Oh sweetpea I got just the thing baby." She rummaged through the large amount of papers on her desk until she found the one paper she was looking for. She then took a small pair of glasses on her eyes and read aloud. "42A honeybunch. Right next to a young man around your age named Lucas. What was your age again?" She said curiously, eying me down.

"15." I said, knowing that she could reject my plead due to my young age. I mean...15 year olds don't just go around renting apartments...well...except for me.

Mrs.Tibbits sighed and stamped the paper she was holding, scrawling my "name" at the top.

"Legally, I can't sell you this room, but there's something about you that makes me want to do it. Maybe it's just your pretty looks, or your maturity, or even the reason you came here in the first place." She stopped, looking down at the paper and keys. "But I'll do it anyway. $50 a month, including $20 for the heating bill" She said handing me the paper and keys. I shifted through my pocket and fished out a fifty, handing it to her.

"Now you be good. I'll be watching you. Actually I won't." She smiled.

I smiled back.

"Thanks." I said appreciating her kindness. I then stepped into the elevator, and made my way up to my new apartment, and my first real home.

The elevator rolled upon to the last floor in the building. Why A would be at the top, and E would be at the bottom, I don't know, but it didn't matter to me. I creeped out of the elevator, stopping at my door.

Just when I thought I was alone, I heard someone clear their throat. I snapped my head towards the noise. 

That was the first time I saw Luke.