Sage.
August 6.
The past 5 days since I moved here, I haven't done much. I'm beginning to become extremely bored with myself, wishing I had some friends here to do stuff with. I wish my friend Diana was here, but she won't be coming until sometime next week. Plus, she's moving in with her boyfriend, so she'll probably be too busy for me anyways.
It's not like I wasn't used to being lonely. I grew up quite familiar with the feeling. My parents were mostly away, and they tried to make up for it by buying me whatever my heart desired. It's too bad that my heart desired something they could never seem to give me, and I tried to fill the void with other means.
I've had enough of my own thoughts and being bored, so I get up, deciding to go on a walk to the park or something like that. As I walk out the door, I see Ethan in the hallway, talking on the phone with somebody. I take a good look at Ethan for the first time, he's cute with scruffy blonde hair underneath a beanie (even though it's about 85 degrees out) and a few poorly done and random tattoos scattered across his arms.
As soon as he sees me, he mumbles something into the phone hangs up and yells out, "Hey Sage! Do you have like a bobby pin on you or something?"
"Yeah," I saw slowly, "why?".
He looks down at the ground and shrugs his shoulders before saying, "I kind of left my keys in the apartment. It's fine if you don't, I was just on the phone with my roommate Jace and he won't be home for like 15-20 minutes. I know how to pick a lock I just don't have anything to do it with."
I give him a sympathetic smile and reach into my bag to find a bobby pin, "Here," I say while handing it to him.
"Awesome! You're a life-saver, or should I say life-sager. Get it?" he laughs at his own joke before crouching down and working at picking the lock.
"Ha-ha very funny," I stop to think for a second, "should I be concerned that you know how to pick a lock?" I mean what if he broke into my apartment one day or something? Not saying that he would, but I must be cautious.
He gets the door unlocked, "sweet!" he goes, "and no, I learned from Jace the first time we got locked out of the apartment. He hasn't left his keys since then, but I am a little more forgetful. Oh, and Jace isn't a criminal either, just too smart for his own good."
"Noted, so this happens to you quite often?" I was honestly curious. Ethan was becoming quite the interesting character.
"Yeah, let's not talk about it too much," Ethan was about to head into his apartment before looking at me and asking, "were you busy or something? You can come hang here if you want."
I thought about it for a second and decided why not, "okay," and I then followed him into their apartment. Walking in I notice the faint smell of something, I'm not sure what, and their only furniture was a ripped and worn brown leather couch, a matching arm chair, and a black coffee table. I guess this is what a "BRO PAD" would look like, not that I was expecting much anyways.
"Pretty nice I know," Ethan notices me looking around, and I suddenly feel bad. He walks towards the kitchen to open the fridge, "Want anything? We have uhhh beer and tap water. Damn, Jace went to the store yesterday, but he really didn't get much, sorry."
"I'm okay," I sit down on the couch. I feel weird, like I don't really belong here, but Ethan is nice, and I keep on telling myself to make more friends. I look around some more, there's not much. I guess these boys don't really care about interior decorating, not like everybody in Manhattan does.
Ethan comes back and sits next to me. He starts talking about something, a video game, I think. I just keep nodding and saying things like "mhm". I wish I would've been listening better, but I got lost in my own thoughts. About the last time I was at an unfamiliar place, his place. I tried not to, but he always seemed to consume my mind when he was most unwanted. I need it to all just stop, it's been getting easier, but it's still so hard at the same time. I don't know how long I've been here, or how long Ethan has been talking. I feel bad but thank God this boy can sit here and talk forever without me needing to say anything.
Suddenly, the door opens, and a voice follows, "Dude I told you stop leaving your fucking key in the apartment. How the hell did you- ", it's Jace; he stops when he looks at me.
"Well, miss Sage here hooked me up with a bobby pin, so I got in with ease," Ethan looked between the two of us, "you guys have met right?".
"Yes," I say, finally speaking, "just a few days ago in the hall. He helped me get my key out of the lock. It was stuck". I look at Jace. He is tall and slightly intimidating with his messy dark hair and tattoos down both of his arms, and not tattoos like Ethan seemed to have, they were more like works of art on his skin. He is so gorgeous it makes me nervous just being in the same room as him.
