Apartment 17B ◈

Nine

LUKE

I sighed contentedly, happy it was finally Thursday. I was excited about hanging out with Emma tonight, that's really all I have been looking forward to the past two days. As I was laying in my bed, I realized I never texted Emma so she could save my phone number. So I unlocked my phone and composed a new text message.

Me: Hey it's Luke (neighbor guy, obviously)! I realized that I never actually texted you so you had my number because I am an idiot (even though you already knew that) so I'm doing that right now hahaha

Emma: Hey! You're not an idiot, Luke. It's okay! Are we still hanging out tonight?

Me: Of course! Your place or mine?

Emma: Doesn't matter to me. Probably yours though because mine is kind of like really fucking messy and I don't want to clean it.

I laughed loudly and quickly responded.

Me: Lmfao okay sounds good. Come over at like eight I guess?

Before Emma responded, I decided that I should get myself in the shower. I pressed shuffle on my phone before turning the shower on and stripping down to nothing. I waited until the temperature of the water was good enough before stepping in. I cleaned my body and washed my hair before turning the water off. I wrapped a towel around my waist and dried my hair off with a different towel. I brushed my teeth while I slid a pair of boxers up my legs. I hung the wet towel up on the back of my bathroom door and washed the toothpaste out of my mouth before smiling widely at myself in the mirror. I checked my phone and saw a text from Emma.

Emma: Okeeee see you then!

Me: Yay! I'm super excited to hangout with you :---)

I poured myself a shot and then another to calm my nerves. I'm not sure why I was so nervous, it's not like anything was going to happen between the two of us. Emma is gorgeous and has a boyfriend and I'm well, I'm me. Clicking the home button on my phone, checking the time and saw it was already seven-fifty five. I rushed to my closet to get myself dressed before she showed up as I was basically naked. I decided on a pair of black jeans with holes in the knees, a plain white t-shirt, and didn't bother putting on shoes after I put a pair of socks on. I freshened up and tidied up slightly, so Emma wouldn't think I'm a slob.

I was a bit disappointed when the clock hit eight-fifteen and Emma still hadn't arrived. I didn't want to text her to see where she was because I didn't want to seem clingy or annoy her. So I simply waited. There was a knock on the door at eight-twenty and I sighed, getting up from the couch. I opened the door to reveal Emma with a bottle of alcohol in her hands. My face lit up when I saw her and how good she looked. I happily opened the door wider and invited her inside.

I noticed our slightly matching outfits and hid my smile. How cute.

"I'm so sorry I'm late," Emma apologized as we made our way into my living room. She set her bottle of Captain Morgan down next to my half empty bottle of Fireball and empty Coke can.

"It's okay," I shrugged, trying to act like I wasn't disappointed that she was late. I made my way into the kitchen to get her and myself a glass of Coke. I handed the glass to her and she thanked me before I plopped down on the couch next to her. She opened the bottle of Captain Morgan and brought the bottle up to her lips, tilting her head back, and chugging some of it down. Emma quickly closed the bottle and set it back down on the coffee table, chugging her Coke right afterwards. She looked up at me and I was already looking at her with wide eyes. She smiled shyly at me and repeated her actions two more times. It was kind of worrying me. "Are you okay?"