Jean let out a tired sigh, as he backed away from the couch he had just finished moving, and took a look around at his new apartment. The apartment was pretty cozy. It had hardwood floors and a fake fireplace accompanied by a good view of the city. He sauntered over to the window leading to the balcony. He looked out and saw a large amount of lights coming from the city, witch was enveloped under the dark, night sky. 'Its incredible' Jean thought to himself.
He was exhausted from the long day he just endured. He had finished moving all of his furniture (witch was way heavier than he expected) into his new apartment and then proceeded to unpack all of his personal items, placing them on shelfs, on cupboards, and any other place he could find to put stupid knick knacks and picture frames.
By the time he was finished unpacking, it was almost 11:30pm. 'It may not be that late, but I'm tired as hell' he thought to himself. He stretched, and his long body seemed to become even longer.
When he stretched, what felt like every muscle in his body was aching. Jean had planned on getting familiar with his neighbours that day, but he decided to go to sleep instead.
He slowly walked over to his new, clean room, dragging his feet slightly, and slid himself under the thick duvet on his bed, and fell into a deep sleep.
(...)
"Jean...!" Jean heard the voice of a man, around the same age as himself. The voice was really soothing, it gave Jean a feeling of slight joy. It was the same feeling Jean got from one of his old childhood friends. 'Come to think of it, that does sound a lot like him...' Jean thought to himself. "Marco?" Jean called out his name softly, but there was no response.
(...)
Jean couldn't stop thinking about his childhood friend 'Marco' for the entire day after he had the dream. He had so many questions swirling in his head. 'Was the guy in my dream actually Marco?' He thought. 'Why the hell would i have a dream about someone that i haven't seen since i ended high school?' 'Should i start to talk to him again? Im pretty sure I still have his number...' He couldn't stop asking himself questions. 'Oh shit I forgot!' He thought to himself, soon after realizing that he should go and introduce himself to his neighbours.
He quickly slipped on a pair of sandals and slid out the door. Deciding to start with the door right next to his, he knocked on the door. He heard some fast, frantic sounding footsteps getting closer and closer to the door. Jean stared at the rustic numbers on the door '107'. He pondered who was on the other side of the door. 'Whats taking so damn long? Its been like a minuet.' he thought, just before he heard more footsteps and the sound of a doorknob twisting. The door slid open, and Jean was immediately struck by a mild wave of shock by the face he saw. He saw a man about his age, with short black hair and the perfect amount of freckles. "J-jean...?" The man questioned, blushing slightly while straightening his posture. "Marco? What the hell?? Do you live here???" Jean was so overwhelmed with happiness to see an old friend for the first time in a good few years. "Yeah... What exactly are you doing here?" Marco said, in a joyful tone, with a hint of confusion. "I live here. Right next door." Jean said trying as hard as he could to not sound too excited. "Oh my gosh, I-I didn't even know that anyone moved in. We should catch up sometime! I mean i-if you want to, and if your not too busy and-"
"I'd like that." Jean cut him off. He knew how Marco could ramble on when he was nervous. Marco saw how casual Jean was. There was something so perfect to Marco about the way Jean leaned on the doorframe. 'I CAN'T leave a bad impression on him.' Marco franticly thought to himself. "Just stop by my place anytime." Jean said. At this point he had a wide grin stretched across his face. "O-ok." Marco said with a small smile as he watched Jean walk back into his apartment. They made eye contact one last time, and waved to each other before going back inside.
