Neighbors

{Chapter 2}

   "Welcome to your summer home." My mom said opening the front door of the apartment. Our room ended up being on the second floor of the complex. "There is more room than I thought there would be." I said still glancing around the area. "I'm going to give you time to look around and unpack while I make sure the movers brought everything." My mom said as she headed over to the master bedroom, which would be hers.

   I walked past the small kitchen and quite roomy living space. There was a narrow hallway connected to the living room and it was at the opposite side from my moms room. I opened up the first door to see a bathroom. i kept walking and there was a door on the left. I opened the door to reveal what seemed to be the guest bedroom because none of my stuff was in there. There was just a few boxes and a single bed. Finally I opened up the door on the right and thats when I saw my bed, dresser, and vanity.

   I made my way to the bed and set my extra bags down. My body just seemed to effortlessly fall on the mattress. Right when I began to close my eyes I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I hopped off the bed and answered. "Hello." I said."Hey." It was my dad. He continued, "I just wanted to make sure you got to the apartment safely." "Yeah, everything is fine." I said looking around the room awkwardly. It almost felt like he was here. I could picture the look on his face. Him seeing the new area i'll be staying in all summer away from him.

    As I looked around the room something caught my eye. There was long curtains like something you'd use to cover up a door. I walked over and moved the curtain. My jaw dropped when I saw a small balcony. I've always wanted just a small secluded space like that where i can write music or read. Something else caught my eye outside. There was another balcony across from mine that seemed to be only a little over arm lengths away, which suprised me because I didnt think balconies would be made so close. Sitting on the balcony was a blonde boy who seemed about my age. He was sitting on the cement floor with a guitar in his lap, a scribbled notebook beside him , and one of his legs propped up against the railing.

    "Alice? Hello? Did you hear anything I said?" I quickly slid the curtain shut. "Uh, no sorry mom called me." I lied. "I was just asking how the apartment looked." He said sounding confused. "It looks nice. Dad , i have a lot of unpacking to do. Bye." "Bye sweetie, I love you." My dad said before I hung up the phone and let my thoughts carry back to the blonde boy on the balcony.