Stay with me

Chapter 2: Addison

The door had apparently opened without my noticing. 

Geez.

 Alec's hair was artfully mussed, a shiny color of chocolate brown. He was wearing a baby blue and white striped tank top that looked good against his tan skin tone and beautiful blue eyes. He had white knee-length shorts on and one of his hands were in his pockets and the other was leaning against the door. He had blue sandals on. 

I scoffed. 

Typical white boy. 

"You should really learn how to knock before opening doors. What if I was naked?"I accuse.

     Because really? What if  I was naked? I'd probably scream at him to get out and that's it. "But you weren't and it's not like I haven't seen you naked before." He countered.

    Okay, that was in like the fifth grade when I came running out in only a towel to tell my mom that I cut myself with a razor because I thought it wouldn't hurt me. I also didn't know those were blades. I've known Alec since kindergarten but we became close as can be when his parents divorced. So, that was the first time he was at my house. I was so surprised that their was a living breathing boy in my living room, that my towel accidentally dropped.

Not my proudest moment.

  "Yeah, but that was before I hit puberty." He seemed to be considering the fact that, yes, I might in fact be right. 

"Fair enough." 

    Alec wants to be a lawyer someday, so I try to help him practice. Not that he'll be needing to argue about naked kids running around dropping towels. 

"Are you ready? I have a date with Destiny." He says. 

"You mean Ice cream?" I question, raising an eyebrow.

"No. Destiny. It sounds way cooler that way." He says with the smuggest look on his face.

"Right. Give me your keys." His smugness drops right away replaced with a sad expression.

"Why?" He whines, as if he doesn't know already. As if we haven't gone through this a million times. He is the world's worst driver. 

Point blank.

"Because I absolutely refuse to go anywhere with you driving. Now, keys." I say, my arm stretched, palm face up, waiting.

    Not without complaining some more, did he grudgingly hand me his keys. God, he is such a five-year-old sometimes. 

    We lock the door and head down the hallway to elevator. I tap the down button and I swear it takes a million years for the f*****g door to open. We step inside and just as the doors are about to close, my neighbor Ms. Potter comes through and then I press the ground floor button.

    "What floor?" I ask since I'm closest to the buttons. Ms. Potter looks at them, shakes her head and says to me "Same floor." I nod and take a second to take in her appearance. You know that crazy neighbor lady that always dresses weird in Debby Ryans "Jessie"? That's Ms. Potter. I've known her for five years and I've never seen her wear the same outfit twice. Today, she's wearing an aqua green jumpsuit, brown sandals (I swear they look like Jesus sandals, all ropey and stuff.) to match her hair and big golden hoop earrings to compliment her dark skin tone.

    Even her purse is aqua. And that's when I notice the dog. The Yorkie (or whatever the real name is) to be specific. She sees me take notice and puts her lips in a shush motion. We're not allowed to have animals in the apartments. So, I assume that is why the dog is hiding in her purse. I do the whole "Lock and throw away the key" sign and say "My lips are sealed."

Alec gives me a quizzical look and I mouth "Tell you in a second." He gives me a nod of agreement. 

The elevator chimes and the door slides open.