A/N What is this shit.
The time was 11:03.
11:03 always seemed to be the perfect time. 11:03 was the time when the people you wanted to be in bed were in fact, in bed. It was also the time when the people you wanted to be awake were, in fact awake. This was the specific time when you could do whatever you possibly wanted to do.
"Ah gibblets!" Spain said as he accidently slammed his foot in the door, as a failed attempt to swiftly close it. He had never really been good with doors. He slowly made his way through the dark, lonely hallway. None of the people in his apartment were ever awake at this time. And if they were, he never knew it. He assumed they all had jobs. Those people in 204, that odd girl who never seemed to be social and that new guy. What was his name? Who knows? Spain had never really cared for any of the people in his apartment. Why would he? He never had a reason to talk to them.
They weren't his kind of people, there was no reason for him to know them.
He didn't care. As he silently walked through the hallway he heard a sudden slam of a door.
It was that girl from 205, she was freaking out about some shit. That was unfortunate, what's even more unfortunate is that Spain, still, without a doubt didn't care. He didn't know what was going on he didn't want to know. He had no interest in these people's lives. It was their business, not his.
The only thing Spain actually was worried about was if that girl would've been suspicious, because hey, you don't normally see guys walking around at night in long, dark coats. She was probably stupid though. Stupid enough to leave her own apartment, and freak out about something. Spain was pretty certain she lived alone.
Without looking her in the eye he just passed through as if nothing was wrong. Finally, he was at the top of the stairs. This moment would've been completely perfect… Except LaQuonda was there… Eating cheese in a can. Gross.
"You've got to be kidding me." He thought to himself.
LaQuonda.
What was she doing there anyway? I mean yeah, she's the cleaning lady. But what needed to be cleaned now? It was late. People were "sleeping" end of story.
"Where does LaQuonda live?" He pondered to himself…. He had never seen her leave, or even come in. How does she get to work?
All he needed to do was simply walk past LaQuonda. This was not an easy thing to do.
"DAYYYYYUM,BOHYY. What you doin' out so late? Why you need to be out so late now? AND WHERE COULD YA'LL POSSUBLY BE GOIN'?"
LaQuonda seemed to enjoy talking and liked to know what was going on with everyone.
"Uh…" Spain quietly said to LaQuonda, trying not to start a scene.
"OH! YOU GONE OUT TO SEE YO GURLLLFRIEND? At such a late hour? Oh boyyyy you crazy. You crazy."
LaQuonda make assumptions and honestly, just wouldn't shut the hell up.
"Actually no, you don't understand. I was just going out to-"
"To…"
If Spain had a quarter for all the times he was able to make up a good lie, he would be a poor, poor hobo.
Pobre.
"Well, I-"
"I NEED TO MAKE A TACO BELL RUN."
That was the last thing he said before sprinting out the door, without looking back. He didn't have time for this.
A/N jeez. I suck. I don't even like Taco Bell.