Apartment

Apartment // One.

Summer nights never seemed so empty, not like tonight. The wind was warm and the city streets were for once, abandoned. It's strange, for a big city like Los Angeles to be quiet. It's rare in fact.

I regret not taking my car to work today, I thought fresh air would have done me good but now I feel like the streets. The walk to my apartment has never felt so lengthy, I can't wait to dive into bed.

The genlte breeze blows through my hair. The dim street lights next to my building are always so comforting. My home, the broken down, step creaking, thin walled building couldn't possibly make me more content.
I have it all, warm water, electricity, and a place to lay my head in peace. I couldn't possible ask for more.

I had to run away from the small suburb life. The life when I had no friends until the day people started to notice me. They notice my appearance that is. Senior year, the year where I became the nice girl who had the greatest wardrobe in the entire school. High school, they romanticise it so much, that once you enter their doors, you don't know what to believe in anymore.
In all honest those suburbs weren't hell-- the school or the town that is. They're great place to grow up in and to get a decent education, but it wasn't for me.

My four walled apartment is less suffocating than my parents high ceiling house. I may be alone here in this beat down apartment, but living with my parents and sister, I was lonely. So I ran the first chance I got.

Now I'm here, standing in front of my apartment building, I climb the gravel steps; a yellow light barley lighting the key hole as I twist the key and open the shrieking door.

A small bell rings as I enter, the first thing I see to my right is the elevator, the one I'm too frightened to ride on. So I take the stairs, I smile as I reach the third step, I hear the all too familiar creak.

I walk six stories along the glooming fractured corridor; a whiff of Cuban cigars and cheap perfume fills my nostrils. This scent is my commonplace, this is what home smells like. As I near my apartment door, I see sitting at my door, is a paper skinned man, with a brown mop for hair. My best friend Harry, he smiles, widely, as he watches me approach him.

His eyes are starlight, matching his teeth, he could brighten up any room.
"What are you doing here?" I question as I jingle open my door. He enters, walking toward the leather sofa in my living room which is part of my kitchen.

He plots himself down, extending his legs reaching for the television remote "Why am I here you ask? Well, you should drop by my flat tomorrow night."

I bring a pot of water to a boil in my sad excuse of a kitchen "coffee?" I question, he nods. "You know you could have just texted me." I add.

The green-eyed man stands, walks towards me and leans on the refrigerator door, "I missed you." He admits. I laugh at his honesty. Harry then announces "My mate, best mate in fact... Well from back home is coming to spend the summer here; thus I'm throwing a small get together.  It's required that you are there, to meet him."

I snicker at his persistence as I nudge him out of the way to get the cream out of the refrigerator "how come? Why is it required?"

"Because you two are my best friends." I raise my eyebrow at him, this was in fact strange; Harry knows I object meeting people.

I pour him a cup of coffee, he adds his sugar and cream "what's his name?" I question as I make my way towards the ottoman. Harry follows me, settles down and we begin to watch the film he chose.

"His name is Matthew, Matthew Healy, better known as Mattt"

I take a gentle sip of the hot drink "Why haven't you mentioned him before?"

Harry gulped at my question, he sighs "Don't get me wrong, he's a great friend but..."

"But?"

"He's complicated." Harry says awkwardly. Before I can ask anything else Harry adds, "but truly I never spoke of him was because we lost touch, but we reconnected and it was as we never stoped talking to each other."

I smile, "I'm glad you rekindled your friendship. Well I can't wait to meet him."

Harry and I chat a while before he gets up to leave. As he's walking out the door he says, "Luna, please makes friends with him."

"What?" I ask puzzled.

He sighs deeply. "I just need your help. Please don't ask any more, I think he would greatly benefit from having a friend like you."

I look at him more confuse Ethan before but don't press any further. He hugs me one last time before he leaves.

I lie in bed and quickly forget Harry's mysterious words. 

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A/N: THE PICTURE ABOVE IS OF THE NARRATOR/LUNA.

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