The Boy Next Door

Chapter 2 - knock knock

As the day came to a close I poured my tea and looked out the backdoor at the sky. It was kind of sad, you couldn't see many stars here in L.A. It was another thing to add to my 'I miss Washington' lists.

Sighing I places the steaming cup to my lips. The smell of camomile made me relax in a euphoric manner as I leaned my head against the sliding glass door, the glass cool against my head. I close my eyes and silently listen to the buzz of the fridge before hearing a slam. It sounded like it was coming from up stairs. Slowly I walk up and look around
Muffled talking could be heard. Which in reality might be someone yelling. I pause at my guest room and open it. The boxes I have yet to unpack were the only thing in the room. A few moments later I heard that muffled yell and the noise again.

Oh. I sigh a little. It was my neighbor. Holding my cup of tea I shake my head. "Having issues much?" I mutter as I smile softly. It reminded me of home. My brother yelling at his computer game. I lean in the doorway and listen to the deep murmurs and yells throug the walls as I silently smile to myself and sip my tea.

"Home sweet home" I sigh a little and turn away as I head to my room next door.

Flopping down on my bed I look at the wall . The apartment complex seemed to be quieting down a little as it was hitting noise curfew. 10:00 on a friday. My neighbor seemed to stop his yelling and what not and settling down as well. Staring at the wall I reach out and touch it before curling my hand into a small fist. "Night." Knock. "Night." Knock. I mutter as I knock on the wall twice as per my nightly ritual. I smile and close my eyes snuggling into the pillows before hearing something I never heard here before.

Knock. Knock. My eyes snap open as I stare at the wall. I'm dreaming. I had to be. Had my neighbor knocked? Had he heard me this entire time each night? Oh god... that's rather embarrassing. I bite my bottom lip. He must think I'm nuts or something or have OCD. Every night I would knock.

Alana. Your over thinking things again. Why do you always do that? Stop it you idiot.

I turn my back on the wall as I close my eyes. "Not like I'll actually meet him.." I say as I feel myself start to sway slowly to sleep.