60 Days With You

THE BOY NEXT DOOR

~Hey Ocean! I'm leaving this place tomorrow!

~I came here to meet someone

~Is this even London?!

~Look at what I'm wearing?!

~hello?

~Well this is my ocean then!

OWWWWWW! I slapped my head effortlessly as I woke up with a throbbing pain in the head. Did I hit my head somewhere yesterday?

You-have-a-call

I quickly took my phone out of my bag with my eyes half closed and answered the call.

"Ali? You called?"

"Are you boarding on the plane now? Blake said" You were probably drunk yesterday? It was so unlikely for you to drink. You know you can't drink without anyone watching you around"

~This is very much London!

The bedsheet's not mine.

~What was that for?!

The paintings are not mine!

~This is my bench

The table's not mine!

~Wow! I've never seen a foreign woman talk s**t about old folks.

The bass's not mine!

"Hello Katie, are you listening to me?"

~You surely are

The closet's not mine!

~OWWW!

The dartboard's not mine!

"Are you even paying attention, Katie?"

~What was that for a woman?!

The lampshade's not mine!

"Katie! Are you in there?!"

"Oh my God! Ali? I'm not in my house", I said, horrified, but whispering.

I sat up in bed and checked if something happened that wasn't supposed to happen but it felt good, no pain. I left out a shallow sigh and then gathered my bag.

"Of course you are not in your house. You're on a vacation!"

"No Ali! I'm in someone else's house!", I said, explaining in a few words while wearing my shoes.

"What? You're supposed to be at the airport right now!",

"I know. But it looked like I passed out from drinking at the shore yesterday", I told him, whispering.

"Do you know where you are now? I'm heading there!"

"No, I got this. I'll text you back once I get out of here", I said, and ended the call before making my way out of the bedroom. I was obviously on a second floor or something as I looked at the aerial view from my window. I took light steps as I descended the stairways with my eyes not fixed on a single angle but more like a radar looking everywhere.

Where's the door here? I asked myself, wandering my sights around the house looking for doors. Finally, my eyes locked on the door with a view outside 3 meters from there. I smiled while making my way to the door.

"Why are you crawling?"

That voice definitely is familiar to my ear. f**k! I've never been humiliated this worst in my whole life!

"Where are you going?", I slowly turned while laughing nervously.

"Well, hehehe. I-I actually am wond-

What's going on? Why is he here?

IT'S JUSTIN! No, it's just morning sickness Katie that's not Justin Mayer.

"Oh, sorry", he said while covering his naked upper extremities with a towel. It really is him.

"I-I am. A-ahh Thank you for making me stay the night. I can't really thank you enough for your generosity, yeah so ", I raised my hand while slowly stepping near the door and opened it-

"How about some coffee? You might need some counselling for your heartbreak", I looked at him confusingly. What heartbreak?

"Well, you made some lines like that. Am I in London? Then why can't I see him? Huh? Not even a single hair?", he said in a very familiar way. So those lines on my head were not dreams.

"You looked like you came here to find your cheating boyfriend"

"Yeah, I came here to see someone, but not my boyfriend", he curved his brows while sipping a coffee.

"Not a boyfriend? Well then, who is he? At least I deserve to know after getting punched once and slapped on the face twice", he said while touching his jaws.

I punched-what?

"To earth?", he said while snapping his fingers, and I linked both my eyes for a second because of it.

"I'm sorry?"

"Who was it if he was not your boyfriend then?"

"O-ohhhh... M-More like, my crush for yearssss", I said, prolonging the years. He laughed because of it while drying his hair. He took a cup of coffee and gave it to me, which I received as I badly needed one.

"So, how many years is that yearssssss you were talking about?", he asked while laughing at the yearsss.

"11 years", I said, and took a sip of coffee. He stopped drying his hair and looked at me, not believing about the 11 years.

"11 years?!"

"Yeah. I saw him on the bench when I was 8 years old. I was in a competition for archery to represent the Philippines. And he sat there 5 meters from where I was standing. He was smiling while holding the rose. And I didn't know he was there to support his best friend.", though his face was a blurry expression, I knew he was getting the clue.

"Yeah, it was you! Don't say anything because I am so embarrassed to death right now. I was hurrying to get out of the house. Why do you have to see me right in time?", he was left dumbfounded.

"ME?!"

"No. Not you! The table!", I passed through him and then made my way to the kitchen.

"You wouldn't mind me using your kitchen, right? And... everything in the fridge?", he was still processing information and just nodded.

I smiled and opened the fridge. My stomach is rumbling like giants. I took the bacon, eggs, hotdogs and shoved them each in the pan. When I came back to the living room, he was already dressed up in jeans and a t-shirt. I placed the hotdogs and bacon on the dining table while I looked at him.

"Can you grab the eggs and the bread from the kitchen please?"

"Yeah sure", now he looked like he was totally in it.

"I can't survive the day without eating breakfast. And I don't like it when someone is looking at me while I eat. So is it either you eat? Or join me for breakfast", he goofily smiled.

"Do I even have a choice?", and looked at him and said

"Yes", he crossed his arms and leaned on the chair.

"And what is it?"

"You eat breakfast", I casually said, and put the eggs and bacon and bread on my plate. He was left chuckling on his own as I took a bit of the bread.

"Shouldn't you be preparing for a flight?"

"I was supposed to be in the Philippines now or midway. But because I drank so much beer yesterday and it was my first time drinking and I didn't know beers knock people to sleep and I woke up late, so I'm late for my flight and I missed the airplane. That means I have to rebook a flight", I said, without breathing, and ate the bread after.

We instantly finished breakfast and he was drinking another set of coffee.

"Uh, Justin? Did you see a car around the bench yesterday?", I asked him in the kitchen as I was washing the dishes.

"Yeah, right where you left it", and then sipped a coffee. I stopped and washed my hands before walking towards him.

"You mean I have to go to that beach. I have no idea where to get my car?", I said with my left hand on my waist.

"The beach is right in front of the house", I went outside while he followed me and I saw the bench and my car at a close distance.

"So you mean... I parked in front of your house while crying that I don't know where you are?"" Why is my life full of turns?

"Uh-huh. I was trying to tell you but I figured out it would be better if you figured it out on your own."

"Where is this place, anyway?", he sipped his coffee and walked following me while I took a step away from the house and looked at the road.

"There are only two houses in this area. Mine, and that apartment house". He pointed at a distance and as I looked at it my knees got weaker so that I didn't know what to say but

"F*ck!", I looked back at him and he stretched his eyebrows all the way up saying he didn't understand what was happening.

"Justin? You mean you live next to my house this whole time while I look for your house everywhere in this city?", he looked at me confused and then laughed after some seconds.

"And you can really laugh after all this?",

"What should I cry?

"If I knew that was your apartment, I should've paid a visit. But I'm not regretting that I ever did. At least I made you sleep in my bed. Happy coincidences", I kicked him on his knees and I ended up walking to my house and cleaning and taking all my things and placing them in my traveling bag while he sat on my bed sipping a smoothie I personally made as a token of gratitude.

I wonder how his stomach is feeling after shoving different kinds of food in it? And how the hell did I win a lottery ticket to sleep in his place?

Life is surely- I AM SO LUCKY!