I don't know what came over me. I must have been out of my mind. Randomly, as I was passing by this cozy grey house, I had the urge to go up and knock on the door. I hit the brakes on my bike and stopped short, right in front of the house's gate. I jumped off my bike and as if in a trance walked through the gate and into the yard. I had already knocked on the door when my brain finally realized that I had no reason whatsoever as to why I was here. I'm not very good at lying and people actually believing me. So naturally when a tall boy with light brown hair opened the door I didn't know what to say. I just stared for a while before he broke the silence.
" Um, can I help you?" My instincts took over and I blurted out, "I need an egg." Maybe I shouldn't let my instincts take over often. An egg really? " To make cookies," I add quickly.
" Oh, uh sure. Wait here I'll go get one," he answers with a confused look. I'm left on the porch and I'm tempted to make a run for it. But before I can decide the boy returns with an egg in his hand. He hands it to me,
" Thanks."
" So, where do you live?" he asks. He must've seen my expression because he adds, " I mean because usually neighbors are the ones who ask for last minute cooking ingredients, and I haven't seen you around here before."
" Well, um, actually," how do I say that I'm not his neighbor and that I actually live like five blocks away? My mouth just starts talking for me, again. " I don't actually live in this street. I was just riding my bike home and I was just thinking about how I've been craving cookies for so long but we never have any eggs. And then I saw your house and it looked cozy so I was like why not knock on this door." To my surprise the boy laughs.
" My name's Oscar by the way," he says with a smile, holding out his hand.
" Naomi," I answer shaking his hand .
" It was nice meeting you," he says the smirk still dancing on his lips. I let out a nervous laugh,
" You too. Thanks again for the egg," I say and walk back to towards my bike. I quickly put the egg in my basket and get on my bike. Cursing myself for begin such an idiot and knocking on a random person's door.
" I hope your cookies turn out good!" Oscar calls from the door, his silhouette outlined by the soft light coming from inside. I flash him a smile and ride off into the dark.
A/N : so this is one of my daydreams I had after having a crazy urge to knock on a random house's door while riding my bike home one day. This is kind of a what if? what could have happened, in an alternate time, alternate universe.
