Written With Love [slash]

Chapter 2: H.O.M. Part 1- The Children at the H.O.M.

Okay, so...I didn't realize how long this chapter would actually be, so I've made the decision to split it into two (or more) parts. Please vote and comment! :)

P.S. Pic is of Melanie. You'll see her in this chapter. :)

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Chapter 2: H.O.M. Part 1- The Children at the H.O.M.

I took in a deep breath as I looked at my mailbox, holding the key to its lock. My face somewhat visible from the reflection of the metal. I had been constantly checking my mailbox everyday waiting for Riley's first letter; whether it be a response or just to let me know that he's okay. I didn't give a damn. I just wanted to hear from him already.

“Oh come one, just open the box already!” Courtney shouted, throwing her hands up into the air, making a sounds of her shopping bags moving against each other. She was getting pretty impatient that I had been looking at that box for the past ten minutes now.

“I just need another second and then I'll open it. You can't rush these kinds of things, Courtney.” I responded coolly.

“What's there to rush? And besides, these bags in my arms aren't getting any lighter.” Courtney complained before she dropped her large and full shopping bags on the ground, which caused a loud thud to be audible throughout the entire hallway, and snatched the key from my hand and pushed me out of the way and unlocked my mailbox.

“Hey! And isn't going through other people's mail a crime?” I shouted as I lost my balance and fell on top of Courtney's clothes, causing them to spill out of their bags and make me feel as though I was in an ocean of clothes. I didn't realize that she had bought about thirty articles of clothing, half a dozen pairs of shoes, and two new bags. “And I thought that you said that you were trying to save money. This sure looks like it wasn't cheap,” I muttered as I moved her new Burberry tote out from under my leg.

“I think it is illegal, or so I heard, and no, it wasn't cheap. It was quite expensive actually.” Courtney said nonchalantly as she began to file through my mail, tossing any letter that wasn't from Riley down into the sea of clothes.

“And didn't we just go shopping a less than a week ago?” I asked as I began putting Courtney's clothes back into their respective shopping bags.

“We did, but I got bored again, so that's why I called you to ask if I could come over.” Courtney closed my mailbox and tossed me my key, which I promptly stuffed into my pocket.

“...That makes no sense; did you already buy all of this before you called me?” She nodded. “Then why would you say that you're bored?”

“Because I am; I had no one else to talk to. And I need help matching some of these skirts and shirts with the appropriate shoe.”

I frowned as I picked up the last piece of mail that Courtney had carelessly tossed onto the ground. I cringed at the thought of going through this many clothes with Courtney who was pickier with her clothes than I was about my article length. This could take all day and night... I thought to myself.

“Come on, Andrew!” Courtney grinned as she held a letter in her hand while she held the door open for me. “Those clothes aren't going to pick up after themselves, now are they?”

I muttered a few curse words as I picked up all of her clothes, bags, and shoes and made my way back into my apartment and then tossed all of Courtney's stuff onto the floor.

She stood there in her heels and picked a loose string off of her pinstripe pants before she held out the letter addressed to me that she had taken from my mailbox. “This is for you.” She had a light smile on her face, but I had known her long enough to know that she was upset about something...I just didn't know exactly what it was yet.