AN: Super short.
Twizzlers
By: anybodihearme
Originally Uploaded: Tuesday, January 1, 2019
"You look like shit," a woman said as I stepped off the fifth-floor landing, heading towards my apartment. "What happened to you?" She asked as she bit the twizzler between her fingers.
"My boyfriend dumped me."
"Damn," she chuckled. "What happened?"
"Do I know you?" I stopped and looked down at her. She was sitting on the stairs that led up to the sixth floor. Her hair was pulled back into a bun and she was in her sock-feet: polka dots; no makeup, and a cute pajama set. It had to be no later than eleven.
"Nickie," she answered in between bites. "I'm a friend of Anna's," she indicated to the door on her right, which just happens to be my next-door neighbor. "I'm babysitting for her."
"Elijah?" I asked.
"Sweet kid. Loves books." I nodded, silently agreeing with her. Every time I saw the kid, he was reading, just like Eddward. He loves books too, Eddward. "So," she swallowed loudly. "Going to tell me what happened between you and lover-boy? You know," she paused, thinking. "The good ones are always gay."
I rolled my eyes and went to unlock my door.
"It's none of your business," I called over my shoulder as I fumbled with my keys.
"Never said it was sweetie," she stood up. "But, with that look on your face," she pointed at me as she reached for the door, "is dying for an ear, maybe even a shoulder." With a wiggle of fingers, she closed the door and left me standing alone in the hallway.