Maybe In Another Life [chapter 1]
The sky is gray, but not a single droplet of water has fallen from it. With a growing curiosity, I open my bedroom window. Slowly poking my head out, I feel a light pap on my hair. "Ah, there we go." I sigh in sweet victory.
I close the window and open up my laptop. I can only write when it rains, and I needed to write a few chapters in my book. The rain has always given me the best inspiration that music couldn't offer. Sure, I can get nice poems off songs, but not for a whole chapter in my book(s). The rain lets my thoughts wander. The only sound that I could hear was the light arithmetic tapping of my fingers on the key board. Click clack pam clack click.
I was knocked out of my reverie and looked in the direction of the living room. There was a knock on the door—it was light, but it was still there. "Huh, I wonder who it is…" I whispered to myself as I approached the door. No one really comes over to my apartment, unless it's my best friend Renji, my brother, or a salesman. Renji just likes to come over and hang out after he gets done with dealing with his father. My brother never really visits unless I have shamed him in some way, and there is always a salesman—it's like they are delivery men/women; we come no matter the weather, rain, snow, and tornado… Well, Maybe not the last one.
Looking through the peephole, all I can see is the color blue. Nice, it's either broken, or this person wears a lot of the color navy… I unlock the latch and slowly open the heavy metal door. "Hello?" I inquire, but before I can utter another word, I'm knocked over and my door is slammed shut with a loud thud.
Quickly sitting up, I spot a man lying on the floor next to me. His hair is a bright orange, he's lean, and has donned blue jacket. I nervously tap a finger on his shoulder. "Um… Excuse me sir?" I squeak, "You're uh… lying on my living room floor… Sir?" I hear a groan emit from the man as I slowly crawled away to my couch.
He lifts his head from the beige carpet and I can't stop looking at his face. His eyes are hot amber and his jaw is just too perfect. Oh, god, what do I do? Slowly standing up the man looks at me with a piercing stare. He opened his mouth and muttered "Can I crash here for a bit?"
That's the last thing I expected him to say.