Patient

2

Ryanne

The minute I wake up, I don't want to open my eyes. I am certain the second they are open I'll realize I have to unpack.

Pleading with my mind and body, my eyes finally flutter open. I take in my surroundings. My dark, deep shade of red on the wall behind me where I drew and painted a peacock tail. The light entering from the white frame window on the far right wall. My other light turquoise walls are rather empty but they,ll soon have glass and metal shelves.

I reach for my phone on the bedside table, it's nine am. I sigh and rise from the bed. I had cleaned and painted the whole place a week before with the help of Carson and Ash. They did the burgundy wall of the kitchen and the beige of a part of the living room since the other is a grey and navy blue design I drew and painted myself. My new apartment looks like Home Depot threw up on it with all the colors displayed and the furniture still isn't here.

Opening my bathroom door, I enter and watch my reflection on my mirror. My hair looks like a bird's nest, yesterday's attire, since I was too lazy to change, a disheveled mess. I reach for the brush in an attempt to mane my russet streaks. I braid it up, and wash my face trying to slither away exhaustion from my cobalt eyes.

I finish using the bathroom and brushing my teeth before opting for starting my everyday routine just than in another home. Home, I never thought I'd say that at 19.

I grab my running shoes and snatch my iPod with it's upper arm handle and earphones. When I'm ready, I jog down the stairs and consider that enough warm up. The minute my feet clash against the ground, I start running hard and fast. My feet crushing the concrete to the beat of Linkin Parks's Faint.

Before I know it, I'm running around Chicago University's halls and campus. I stop, trying to calm my raging heart, near a water fountain. The water eases my panting and the fast beat of my heart. I take a few deep breathes and stretch my still sore muscles. I start running back to my apartment and what a difference I feel now that I have a place of my own. I know if my mother wouldn't have died, I wouldn't have been able to do this, but since I knew I needed space of my own, to deal with my loss in my own way, I knew this was a good way to invest some of her life insurance money.

As I am nearing the victorian complex, I notice a guy leaning over an open car hood. The nearer I get, the clearer I hear his swearing. Damn, he could make all sailors around the world proud..

Slowing down the pace, I stop near the entrance door and watch as he throws his phone inside the car, extremely furious. "Always, always the same shit. When ever I need this piece of shit car to fucking function properly he decides to be a complete and total bitch! Well, thank you motherfucker."

I burst out laughing. "Oh my god, It's like hearing a little boy having a tantrum."

It's Kellan, the hot neighbor. As he turns around, he gives me a big mischievous grin that says don't mess with me now. But since I never listen to the logical and smart part of my brain currently, I say what the hell. "You know I'm pretty good with tools maybe I can help you out."

He looks at me and then starts checking me out. From the crown of my head to the tip of my tennis clad feet. Those deep grey eyes scrutinize all of me, and in that moment I wish I had been wearing only my sports bra just to mess with him.

After his over view of my body, his eyes meet mine, a smile spreads out in his face followed by a very huge cackle. Just the reaction I wanted. "You?" He laughs. "You want to take a look at my pice-of-shit car? Do you even know what types of engines exist?"

I raise an eyebrow, internally laughing my ass off. I move beside him, catching a whiff of his spicy, masculine cologne. He looks so good, Every man should ask him for fashion tips. He is wearing a short sleeved navy blue shirt and beige pants with red, white and blue moccasins. I give him a cocky, flirtatious smile then lean down to look at his car in search of the problem.