neighbours for the summer | Hayes Grier

[1] - being neighborly

[ HAYES ]

The California sun was refreshing to say the least. After enduring the harsh North Carolina winter then persevering through the rainy spring, I was fortunate to be able to spend my summer here.

As I rolled my luggage through LAX, I effortlessly found the exit as I have been at this airport multiple times before. The many twists and turns have become second nature at this point.

I inform the taxi driver the address of my brother's shared apartment before leaning back to relax for the duration of the ride.

Seeing the multitude of palm trees with the bright blue sky on display outside my window as we cruised down the streets of Los Angles made me nostalgic knowing that I was in my very favorite place.

And boy, was it good to be back.

About thirty minutes later, I begin to recognize the familiar skyscrapers belonging to downtown Los Angeles which is comforting as it means I'll be home soon.

I payed the taxi driver as I exited the vehicle. I don't really mind riding in taxis, but I simply would've preferred if my brother was able to pick me up. Unfortunately him nor his best friend Cameron — who is also a good friend of mine, could come get me as they were both faced with the adultly duties known as work.

In theory, I shouldn't be calling them adultly duties because even I, a 16-year old boy, is called in by management to do things every once and a while. Age just is not a heavily weighted factor in a business like ours.

Letting out a sigh of disappointment, knowing that I'll be spending my first few hours here alone, I head into the elevator. My fingers hit the button for the 27th floor as they've been accustomed to due to the fact that that is the button I click each time I'm in this building.

The 27th floor — the highest floor in the entire building. I personally hate the fact that my brother purchased a suite so high up. The elevator ride virtually takes forever to reach the destination. I'm sure the second floor is just as lovely as this one.

After an eternity I finally reach my destination. Trudging down the hall, I finally reach the suite at the very end of the hall. It wasn't a very far walk though, as there are only 6 suites on this floor.

I pulled out the key I had handy in the pocket of my hoodie and slid it in key hole.

When I peek inside the apartment, it's evident that nothing has really changed since I visited 4 months ago.

Cameron and Nash still kept this place looking like an absolute pigsty with a variety of random crap scattered all over the apartment.

It's quite a classy way of living.

Mentally rolling my eyes at the disaster they call a home, I head further into the flat into one
of the guests rooms often known as Hayes' room.

This is where I use to stay late last year when I was a contestant on ABC's Dancing with the Stars. I was not too butt-hurt that I did not win considering I could not dance for my life in the first place. The only reason I got as far as I did is because of my the crazy amounts of voting done my fans.

Although they and I both knew that there were others more deserving of the mirror ball trophy, one of them being Bindi Irwin the winner and a great friend of mine.