Apartment 311

Ch | 32

Noah Silas Anderson

Chapter Thirty-two: "That girl is a beast"

My day started when Brooklyn woke me up with a phone call.

"What are you, my personal alarm clock now?" I grumbled into the phone. I rolled over and saw the time on my clock said 9:24 AM. This girl has lost her mind waking me up early on the weekend, but I should've been getting ready to wake up anyway.

She giggled into the phone. "Hey, boy. It's game day!"

I didn't say the usual "hey, girl" back. My palms swiped down my morning face and I let out a yawn.

"It's Sunday already?" I asked, having forgotten all my plans for the day.

I heard Brooklyn suck her teeth and could oddly tell what face she was making. "Don't tell me you forgot," she whined, "if you don't go, I will look like a loser."

I chuckled and slid off my mattress to limp to the bathroom as I had gotten over a Charlie horse (cramp) in the middle of my sleep.

"Noah! What the Hell, are you peeing? Mute me," Brooklyn spazzed over the phone. I just laughed and flushed before washing my hands.

"How are we going to be best friends if you can't even hear my stream?"

"'Your steam'? Ew. And who said anything about best friends? Besides, I already claimed Cassie."

I gasped, faking being offended. "Wow. What does Cassie have that I don't?"

"A vagina and the ability to not want to fuck me," she listed. When I didn't reply right away, Brooklyn made her own sound effects like she just roasted me.

"Aha, good one," I monotoned back. "What time is your game?"

"My first one is at three, then I play at five; and if we win that game, we play at seven." She informed me while I spit the mouthwash into the sink after brushing my teeth. I splashed cold water on my face and dried it with a hand towel then threw it on the counter and left the bathroom.

I mentally made a note of the times so I could remember and hopefully make one. "Okay. Twelve o'clock, two, and four? Got it!"

"Nooo!" She laughed this laugh so ugly it was cute and I couldn't help but smile like a dummy as I stared out of the window in my bedroom.

"Are you getting ready to go?" I asked Brooklyn as I wandered into the kitchen and aimlessly searched for some breakfast.

"Heading out the door now!" She exclaimed. Hearing shuffling noises in the background, I peeked my head through my door and saw Brooklyn hustling from her door to the elevator a few paces away.

I ended the call and watched her face curl. When Brooks vibrated her lips, growing inpatient at the slow shaft, I yelled, "Hey, girl!" She gasped, startled to see me, and lit up. We both waved.

The elevator arrived and opened the doors. Once Brooklyn waved for the final time, I shouted, "Good luck!"

Brooklyn was inside of the elevator as the doors slowly came to a close, but still managed to yell loud enough for me to hear her go, "THANK YOU!" And the smile on my face didn't fade until I stepped back inside.