Disclaimer: Do I own American Idiot? I sure don't! Thanks to the usual suspects and especially Green Day for an amazing musical! Also, I don't own the brands that I called out by name. I'm lazy. Questions/Comments, please review! Xo.
It had been a very long day. Granted, she had only lived in the city for four months and she surmised that she should give it more of a chance but after the incidents on the 1 train that occurred on the daily, she was ready to throw in the towel. But in her heart of hearts she knew she couldn't go back to suburbia. It had taken her twenty three years and a college degree to finally escape. She was finally getting settled in the city and had a decent job at a nonprofit. The city was electric. She was clearly staying. But she had to admit that the men leering on the subway and on the streets were getting old. And she was lonely, she missed her college friends. The pottery and yoga classes only filled up four hours a week ... what was she supposed to do for the rest of her free time?
She wearily climbed upstairs to her third floor walk up and threw her tote bag near the coat rack and hung up her coat. The leaves were finally starting to turn for which she was thankful. It had been a miserably hot summer. She thought about what to make for dinner ... she couldn't stomach another Lean Cuisine and she figured that she needed to unwind before she made a big decision on dinner. She put her hair up in a messy ponytail, still deciding. Then she remembered her Cloves. She bent down in the bag to reach them and put her coat back on. She walked to the window and opened it, making sure the ashtray was in its usual spot.
She light one and inhaled, savoring the herbal taste. On the exhale, she mused about how ironic it was that she was smoking and going to yoga but this was what made her happy. She snubbed it out and put the butt in the ashtray. It was a beautiful out, it was twilight and it was just cold enough for a coat but not freezing. She could feel the tension in her shoulders relaxing. Then she decided to look down. To her surprise, some kid who looked to be her age, was staring back at her. He was pretty cute. She was oddly pleased but also annoyed ... why couldn't she stand in the privacy in her bedroom and smoke in peace? Why were guys always looking at her? But the way he was looking, it was like she was the only person in the world. And suddenly, he was holding up an iPod. It was rather odd, she mused, it wasn't 1980 and this wasn't Say Anything. But it was so endearing at the same time. So the only thing she could do was to lean slightly out of the window and smile. He looked up, embarrassed, and jammed his iPod back into his coat pocket. She shook her head, pulled out another Clove and light it. When she finished and looked down, he was gone.
"All's well that ends well," she figured and moved away from the window. She placed her Cloves back in her work tote and decided on another Lean Cuisine for dinner. After she watched some TV, she went to bed, but not without a smile on her lips when she thought about that mystery boy.