My Musical One Shot Book

1~ Treebro's

Word : shopping

Warnings:

-Jared

Evan's prov

"Nuuuuu! I don't wanna go with you!" Jared said sarcastically over the phone. "The library is boooorrrrrriiiiiiinnnnnnnggggggg! Even the school libraries where better!"

I sighed as I walked out of my apartment and locked the door. I reposition my cellphone. Walking with it in my left hand. "I didn't say that I was g-going there. I need to go sh-shopping and I also w-wanted to spend some more time with a f-friend." I enter the elevator and press the 'ground' button. "You d-don't have to c-come with m-me. We can g-go somewhere the day after t-tomorrow?"

I exit the elevator and enter the underground parkings. The parkings are numbered. It has your room number on it. Everyone has one parking space. Outside is the visitor parkings. Mine is, to my liking, neer the elevator and staircase. "Tonight at 8. Pick me up at Letana."

"Letana as in t-the restaurant?" I ask, mentally slapping myself afterwards. He just laughs. He works there! Idiot! "I m-mean yeah sure. S-See you th-there."

"WAIT! I have a question!"

I unlock my car and get into the driver's seat. "Yeah?"

"How does it feel riding a permanent bi-cycle. Get it!?" he asks laughing. I end the call and begun driving to the mall. He is one of two people that know that I'm bi. For three years he's been making jokes about it. I wish I could say that my boyfriend or gilfriend was the other one that knew, but unfortunately, that's not the case. I'm lonely, apart from my only friend Jared and my mom.

At the mall I do a lot of food shopping because I'm planning on helping my mom bake and cook for the one orphanage tomorrow. I get half the stuff, and she gets the other half.

Shopping is boring. Especially food shopping. I take my 8 bags out of the trolly and into my car. Afterwords I push the trolly to the side with the rest, climb in my car and drive home listening to musicals. Obviously.

After I parked in the underground parking, I saw that number 25, the one next to mine, is taken. Huh. I got a new neighbour. My old one moved away some time ago now.

I took the bags out of my car and took them, one for one, out of the boot of the car. Now to get all 8 of them to the second floor. Thats like 3 flights of stairs. At least I can take the elevator. I jinxed myself didn't I?

"You need any help?" I turn around to see a tall guy, wearing all black, with long brown hair approach me.