Stuck In Quarantine

15..

        A few hours later, after James and Celeste, had their cooking fiasco. Standing in his bedroom, James could still smell the remnants of burnt breakfast on his clothes. He quickly changed shirts, replacing his breakfast shirt, for a grey long-sleeve. As he pulled his head through the shirt, his phone started vibrating on his nightstand.
      'My Babe', was across the screen, he stared at it for a moment. Before he walked away from it. But before he left his room, he turned back and went to the phone, and picked it up. It kept vibrating in his hands a few more times. Before the called disappeared. He went into his contacts, and changed the name in the phone. Deleting the, 'My Babe', and deleting, and blocking the number too.
      James had basically deleted everything about Stacy, from his life. There was nothing in his apartment, or phone, that reminded him, of her. But he still had one more thing to take care of. It was his writing. But he had given up on that, long ago.
       He left the bedroom, and went straight for his living room. Too his far right, on the wall, was a sliding glass door. He opened it and stepped out. The cool air felt good against his skin. It was the first time he had used the balcony, since moving in. And it felt amazing to breath in fresh air. He took a deep breath, and let the air sit in his lungs. Before he slowly let it out.
      The sun was slowly on its way to set. It had fallen from its peak, and it lit the sky, and clouds, in a beautiful fire-orange-pink mix. Across the street was another apartment building. Other people were sitting on their balconies, enjoying the outside. An elderly lady, wearing a blue and white spotted, sundress, with blue-gray hair, was watering her balcony plants. Above her, sat a heavy set man. Wearing a purple Hawaiian-flower style shirt, with black shorts. He was reading a very thick book. And below the lady, two balconies over. Was a lady with bright red-hair, dressed in a black workout outfit. Doing palates on a red yoga mat.
      And on the roof of the opposite apartment, music was blaring. James looked up, and seen a man, around his age, dancing. He was bare chested, with blue skinny jeans, and bright white shoes, that almost looked brand new. And he wore a baseball cap, that barely sat on his head, and it was pushed forward, covering his eyes. He was dancing to the song, The Right Kind of Wrong, by LeAnn Rimes. James had to admit, the man could dance. He could shake his hips better than most women. And as kept watching, he wasn't actually sure if he was dancing, or if he was just fucking the air. Or if he was trying to do his best, Magic Mike impression.
       James did like the music though, he couldn't help but tap his right foot, and bob his head to it, and sing along to the words. He remembered being in grade school, when the movie, Coyote Ugly had just come out. And it was a movie that all the girls in his school, talked nonstop about. James and even the boys of his school, enjoyed the movie. But being young, and your hormones having just started. A movie with sexy girls dancing, would be a film on any young man's radar.
     As he kept listening to the song, ignoring the man on the roof, and his fuck-the-air dancing. The lyrics made him think of Celeste. He couldn't ignore the feelings he started to feel for her. He had a hunch she felt the same, but it was hunch, he didn't want to trust. After spending so much time with her, and how much fun he was having with her. Each day his feelings were getting stronger and stronger.
        James decided to go back inside, once the song had finished. He felt tired, and even though it wasn't late, and the sun was still out. He just wanted to go to sleep. He went to his room, and crawled into bed. He laid on his back, with his hands behind his head, thinking, as he stared at the ceiling. All his thoughts were on Celeste, he couldn't seem to get her out of his mind now. He smile, laugh, the way she was comfortable around him. And he didn't realize how comfortable he was around her, until his mind went to their breakfast disaster this morning. The only time he acted goody like that around someone, was Stacy. And she wasn't nearly as fun as Celeste was. She was different, and James like that about her.
      As he kept thinking about Celeste, as he closed his eyes and smiled. And he slowly drifted asleep.