Some Boys Don't Leave

Some Boys Don't Leave - Chapter 1

We broke up. We're over. She ended it. I still couldn't believe it. She ran to her room in our apartment once she was done yelling at me. I just sat down in the hall, crying my eyes out. The best thing that's ever happened in my life just ended. All good things must come to an end they say. I really didn't want it to come to an end.

Her smile and laugh lit up the room and melted my heart, but her tears when she stormed into our, well now her, room crushed me. I hated seeing her sad, and I knew those tears were my fault so it just made it worse. I didn't deserve a girl like her, but it wasn't my fault that I'm a boy who fell I love with the most perfect girl in the world.

Once she went in her room I sat outside then knocked on her door and opened it a bit. She jumped off her bed and threw a tennis ball at me, and then slammed the door in my face. That was last night. I'm sitting in the hallway of her, used to be our, apartment like I have been since the break up. She's just been ignoring me and it's killing me.

I haven't eaten, only getting up to go the bathroom and maybe getting a small sip of water when I do so. I've just been entertaining myself with the tennis ball she ended up throwing at me. That's pretty much all I have, that and my thoughts about her. Every time she steps over me I try to get her attention, but she's still just ignoring me.

So now I sit, just bouncing the tennis ball off of the wall and catching it while I sit slumped over against the wall. My feet touched the other side of the hallway since it wasn't that wide, but I was comfortable for sitting on a wooden floor I guess. It started to make a beat, it hitting the hard wood floor, then the wall, then catching it over and over.

The bathroom door opened and she stepped out in a short, tight, professional looking black dress for her job. She looked beautiful as always. She held her purse off of her shoulder as she looked down at me. "You have to leave." She said. "Okay, have a great day." I spoke as she stepped over me to get out of her apartment. I watched her leave, taking a deep breath as I soaked in her beauty. I couldn't leave, and I wasn't going to.

I continued to bounce the tennis ball, and it wasn't really a secret I was starving, I haven't eaten since we broke up, which I mentioned. My stomach growled, calling me to go get food. I stood up and walked into the kitchen, got a bowl and filled it up with Captain Crunch then put some milk in it. I put the milk back and got a spoon then sat back down in the hallway, eating my cereal. It quenched my thirst as well because of the milk making me smile in contentment.

I then found my old journal sitting around when I put the empty bowl and spoon in the sink. I grabbed it and got a pen and sat back down in the hallway, starting to write. Then I got bored again, I went to find something else to do. I picked up a book off the bookshelf and started reading. After an hour or two of reading, I was once again bored. Someone knocked on the door and delivered the newspaper which I took and started doing the crossword puzzle.

It's been a couple hours since I last ate, and even after I was done eating I was still starving. I mean, she's not home, plus even if she was she wouldn't want me to starve, right? I got up and prepared me one of those heat up meals. It had mashed potatoes and gravy and green beans. I got some toilet paper to use as a napkin and sat back down in the hallway with a fork, eating quietly with my tennis ball, notebook and pen sitting next to me, and the newspaper neatly folded on the table with the book.

After I was done eating I put the fork in the sink and washed everything then threw away the container it was in. I went back into the hallway and slumped down and started bouncing the tennis ball again. I heard the front door open and I stopped, my attention turning to her. I gave a small smile and she stared at me, her purse over her shoulder and holding books in her arms. "Hey." I said as she closed the door. "You're right on time." I said, looking at the clock.

She was usually late from work so I just pointed it out to maybe have something to start a conversation on. She didn't answer and started putting all of her things she was holding on the small table by the door. "How was it?" I asked. She took a small glance at me but continued what she was doing like I wasn't there. "Was Danny totally incompetent? Did he steal all your ideas?-" "Stop it." She said sternly, finishing to put everything she was holding on the table.

"You're not aloud to ask about Danny anymore, okay?" I didn't answer at first and she looked at me so I decided to speak up, "Oh, okay." I said simply. "Guess those nights are off limits as well?" She didn't respond and stepped over me. "Probably not." I muttered under my breath where she couldn't hear. She walked into her room and shut the door, "Okay." I sighed, still holding the tennis ball in my hands. "What.. what about late afternoons?" I asked.