it was maybe 12:30 midnight and i was walking to my apartment from mcdonalds. i was having a movie night by myself since my parents gave me the apartment for the week due to them leaving for a business trip. not to brag or anything, but my apartment was actually just above from the infamous ariana grande. she had one whole floor to herself so i couldn't get a place beside her if i even tried. not that i minded or anything. i enjoyed watching her (and some occasion, friends) fool around in the balcony of hers from the big window wall. our balcony was on the other side of the building which sucked because maybe i would be able to talk to her? i don't know.
well besides that, i was finally able to make it to the house. tired was an understatement for what i was feeling now, having to walk since my parents took the car keys with them. movie night might have to move to tomorrow since i probably won't make it through 1/4 or the movie.
sometimes when i get back from the house i would look down at ariana's balcony and see if she was there but judging by the time, she probably is asleep by now. or that's what i thought. on my way to the living room, i tossed my keys onto the table and decided to crash on the couch since i had no energy left to go up the stairs anyone. right as i hit the soft mattress of the couch, i heard an ear piercing scream that probably woke up the whole building. sometimes screams like that were usually kids who refused to sleep or stuff so i just shrugged it off, until i heard another one and soon followed by that, a distinctive voice yell "stop! please stop!" oh shit. i know exactly who that was. adrenaline shot up my body and i jumped off the couch and looked down the big window that overlooked her balcony. there she was. and there was a man there too. i couldn't move my body as i watched him chase ariana around the balcony. he grabbed her and picked her up, bringing her to the edge of the balcony, probably dropping her. i tried moving again but i couldn't. what's wrong with me? is this my dream or some shit cause it ain't funny. ariana slipped out of his grasp and pushed him far enough so she could run into the house, making sure that everyone can hear her by yelling a big "help!". the guy soon recovered and ran in the house as well.
after that i was able to move. finally. i am not wasting anymore time. bro i'm like about to become my celebrity crush's hero. i ran down the fire exit stairs, since we got no time for elevators, and i ran down the hall to the door of ariana's apartment. damn this hallway is long. i was maybe halfway down the the hall when i heard quick footsteps behind me, her bodyguards. ariana probably had an emergency button in the house and pressed it. they started yelling at me to stop, they probably think i'm with the other guy. i made it to the door and it was open, the doorknob and lock was on the door. forced entry. crashes of furniture was heard in one part of the house so of course i ran there.
when i entered the i'm guessing master bedroom, it was an absolute wreck. picture frames on the floor, along with broken vases and pillows everywhere too. i quickly look around the room and see ariana pinned down by a tall, bulky man on the bed. her bed was faced so that the side of her bed was facing the door, so i just went with my gut and ran at full speed, ramming into the guys side. both of us went tumbling and unfortunately for me, he landed on top of me, giving him an advantage. i punched him in the face, fear quickly taking over me when it seemed that punching him gave more pain to my hand than his face. damn remind me to go to the gym sometime. not that i was a skinny stick, i just wasn't really the strongest person there was since the only fat that gave me a figure was fat from all the junk food i ate. but i wasn't the fattest as well. i was just in the middle i guess. oh my gosh why am i talking about my weight and body figure right no-
the guy took one blow to my face and i was out.
