In the Pursuit of Mr. Reeves

Chapter 3: Dinner

"I swear that they looked exactly like Keanu Reeves's characters," Peyton insisted to Mrs Parker, her agent in the writing process," It was the weirdest thing."

"I can only imagine," the older woman nodded," but you're sure it wasn't a dream?"

Peyton sighed and nodded. She knew that it hadn't been a dream, and she'd been freaked out. She couldn't even focus on her book, which Mrs. Parker claimed would be accepted or denied within the upcoming days. And, if the company had bought her book, she could fly out to PA for thanksgiving. All she could think about was her strange new neighbors....

Peyton had a long day. She ran around all day, carrying papers and basically signing away her life. Her passion was writing and she hoped the book would be released to the world. She waltzed over to her mailbox, feet sore and eyes on the ground. She clicked open the box and dug her tiny hand in. She fished out three envelopes and walked over to the stairs. The pink envelope was junk. The white envelope was a bank statement that she never cared to open. The black envelope had nothing on it, but she opened it nonetheless as she entered her apartment. The handwriting was beautiful and she felt as though she was a princess, receiving a letter from an old king.

"Miss Bradford," it read," I know we got off on the wrong foot yesterday. I understand if we scared you in any way and for that, I apologize. To make amends and have you meet the others, I'd like to invite you to dinner at our place. Tomorrow night. If you can make it, we will be more than glad to have you! No need to bring anything, except for yourself. And your appetite. Yours Truly, John Wick."

To have a signed letter from John Wick made Peyton laugh. She couldn't believe how reality tied together in a world full of fantasy. She decided that it was best to get to know her neighbors and take time away from the crazy world. And she couldn't bring herself to go empty handed.

Miss Bradford held onto the bottles of wine she'd brought, excitement clinging to her chest. She was still shaken up at the fact that her neighbors were simply characters. Not only that, but they had been Keanu Reeves's characters. An actor she admired and had that dream about (the one she wouldn't tell people). She still felt as though something was out of place, as if she had gone crazy and it had to stop there.

"Okay," she whispered as she rang the doorbell," don't panic. They want to get to know you. Besides, you love Mr. Reeves. His characters are your world!"

Peyton shut her mouth when the front door opened. One of his characters approached the door, and she had to assume who it was. Definitely not Mr Wick, as this character was clean shaven. Not a much younger character, as he had shorter hair. Why couldn't she remember all of his- Constantine! That's who it was!

"Can I help you, miss?" He asked.

"Hey Mr Constantine," she smiled," Remember me? I'm your next door neighbor, Peyton. Mr Wick invited me to dinner and I-"

"Who's at the door, Tom?" An older voice, Mr Wick's, asked.

Tom- shit! This was Neo, from one of the most well known Keanu movies. How couldn't she have guessed it? She apologized to the young man, who nodded. He often got confused with some of his roommates. He'd suggested name tags since the day they lived together. It was always pushed at the family meetings, only by him. Of course, it was forgotten about in the hopes that people would soon tell the difference between them. Some good that was doing.

"It happens more than you think," he said to Peyton then looked to Mr Wick," Hey John, did you invite our neighbor to dinner?"

"Oh yeah!" John shook the girl's free hand," Hey Peyton. I'm glad to see you made it. And I'm glad you meant one of our roommates. Thomas, this is our neighbor, Peyton Bradford. She lives in the apartments across the street. 22B right?"