I sleep in the next morning, not having to worry about work, since it is Saturday.
Someone is knocking at the door, so I hide my glasses and close my laptop.
"Hello! I just want to thank you for taking me home! Here's a little something for you." Parker hands me a pan of lasagna. Mama's eating good tonight!
"Can I come in?" he asks, not waiting for my response. "So, neighbor. What do you like to do for fun around here?"
"Sleep." I reply groggily.
"Well, I like to cook. You should come over for dinner sometime. I'm thinking of opening a restaurant."
I give him an, "I don't care," stare.
"You don't talk much." he says.
I don't respond. Scruffy runs up to Parker and starts attacking him with love.
"Aww what a cute dog!" he says while rubbing Scruffy's belly.
"His name is Scruffy." I say flatly. "And, just curious, but why did you need a ride home last night?"
"Ohhh," his smile suddenly fades, "Well, my girlfriend dumped me last night, and she was my ride home. And I left my wallet in her car."
"I'm so sorry, I didn't know."
"Its okay, there are many fish in the sea!" his smile returns. "I gotta go, but I hope you come over for dinner sometime!"
When he gets up, I can't help but notice how attractive he is. Tanned skin, black hair, piercing blue eyes. Annoying, but attractive.
I decide to take a shower, so I strip down and let myself relax underneath the warm water. After I'm clean, I decide to wear a Fall Out Boy T-shirt and Black leggings, paired with ugg boots, a scarf, and a fuzzy jacket.
I walk downstairs, then to the library. I'm surprised to see Parker there. I try to hide behind a bookcase, but he sees me anyway. Great. Now he knows that I'm not just the "tough girl" but also a bookworm. At least he doesn't know that I write, too.
"Oh. Hi! Is Story looking for a story?" he chuckles.
"Haha." I say sarcastically.
We roam the shelves together until Parker pulls out a book. It's called, Unexpected.
"I love this one." he says.
I take it from his hands and say, "I'll give it a try." He smiles.
We recommend books to each other and chat about our favorite authors. Turns out, we have a lot in common. Besides our personalities, of course.
Parker and I spend almost the whole day in the library, reading and talking.
"I hafta go." I say.
"Aw, OK. See you later, Story."
Once I get home, I give Scruffy a walk, then feed him. Next, I continue my writing while eating the lasagna Parker gave me. It's phenomenal. He's a very talented chef.
I feel bored and alone, and for once in my life I'm not content. I hate being alone, I hate that I have no friends, and I hate my apartment.
Even though its only 8:15, I decide to go to sleep, 'cause I have nothing better to do. I change into sweats and a lose T-shirt and hop into bed. Then I realize there are a couple good things about this apartment- the view (of the starry night and city lights), and the neighbors. Parker's face fills my dreams.
