One Shots

Next Door

Jamilah

        I pick up the last box, blowing the strand of hair out of my eyes, as I make my way to the elevator.

       This building was one of the most expensive ones in New York, even the rich people I know don't get an apartment here. It was the prestigious out of all. The people who lived aren't people you dream of meeting or even  touch. Personally, I think this is bullshit, we're all humans. But, some people don't  share the same views.

         The doors of the elevator open, I go in, a handsome man is standing alone there.

          I cough,''Excuse me, but please can you press 19 please?''

        The man looks at me puzzled, and pulls out headphones, that I unfortunately didn't notice.

  
         ''Were you talking to me?'' He asked looking at me 'like who do you think you are' way.

         ''Yeah, I'm sorry but please can you press 19?'' I asked again.

         ''Why don't you do it?'' He retorts.

         ''Well if you can clearly see, I'm busy,'' I reply sighing, and controlling my temper

           He looks at me again, before rolling his eyes and pressing nineteen.

        I wait for the elevator to go up, the doors finally open, I go out first but I got interrupted.

   
          ''Hey, I didn't catch your name?'' Giving me a charming smile.  

           ''Well I didn't throw it so you would catch it,'' smirking I head to my new apartment.

   
             The door was open with my best friend in, thank god she was inside. She didn't leave the door unattended and leave the apartment empty like last time.

            I put the box on the floor and stretch, my back already aching from carrying it. I walk to the kitchen to see her cooking. Thank god, non of us ate through the morning, I don't know what would I have done without her help.

             I go up to her and hug from her back, I lay my head on her shoulder. I hear her laugh, as she pecks my head.

            ''Dude what are you cooking?'' I ask as I get the plates and utensils. I see her reach for the glass cups and apple juice. I set the table while I pull her chair.

              She put food on the plates, while I placed the cups and poured the juice. We sit down, she made what looked rice and chopped up chicken pieces with it and sauce. It smelled amazing.

           I immediately stuff my face, after realizing how hot it is, I start spitting it out.

        ''Hot, hot, hot, hot!'' I screech before downing my cold juice to cool my mouth down.

         Carmen just laughs hysterically. While I was suffering,  I throw my napkin at her. After having a little fun, we do ending up eating.

           Carmen leaves eventually, leaving with a mess.

3 weeks later

         I was heading to my job, I'm a receptionist at the Cole's Enterprise. The apartment was afforded by the company since the CEO and the owner owned the building. The job was hectic, but it payed generously.