Me: Hey guys! Just so you know, this chapter is out of Toby's POV when he goes to Rose's apartment. And I still don't own him. Sadly
Toby: Yeah, she still doesn't. And she's making it seem like a bad thing! *childish face*
Me: Because Toby, when you are a fangirl, not owning you is horrible.
Toby: Wait…are you a fangirl?
Me: Perhaps…slightly…a little bit…maybe…
I turned the corner, my eyes switching quickly between the sides of the road and the paper with her address that hung from the mirror in front of me. 50 Eleanor Rd. Now where was it? I thought as I scanned the road. A few people walked about past me, talking on phones or texting. Griffin sat cheerfully next to me, his tongue rolling out to taste the wind. I turned back the the addresses that were plastered on the top of buildings under the name. There was 46 and 47 and 48 and 49. They all had the same old brick pattern. Finally, 50. I turned to car so I could go into the parking lot that I had spied in the back of the building.
My eyes scanned the collection of cars that filled the parking lot as I turned into it. All normal cars, clean and new looking. None of the cars were covered with mud or scratches. Just normal looking cars for normal looking people.
I pushed open the door to the car, one hand reached beside me to grab the keys that Rose had given me. The roof of the car was open and Griffin's leash was attached to the armrest so he couldn't go anywhere. Slamming the door shut I went around to the front, watching the flowers that decorated the sides of the building. A small wall was separating the path I was on from the building beside. The front of the building was the same as the others, with bricks in multiple colors and windows along the wall. The doors were glass and framed by more windows. The door pulled open with a smooth sound and I walked in, the wheels on my shoes clicking on the tile floor.
Someone was sitting behind a counter staring at a computer screen, their fingers typing fast along the keyboard. They only glanced up quickly when they heard me walk in and then they just returned to their blinking computer screen. The rest of the room was empty besides for a person sleeping on a couch. I searched the room for the elevator and found it sitting between two brightly colored chairs against one of the walls.
I pressed the up button and waited as the elevator clanked down. Though the building looked modern, just the sound of the elevator gave me the clue that it had been around for a while. When the door finally binged open someone walked out past me, slightly shoving me out of their way. I shrugged it off, stepping in myself. And forth floor…my finger trailed up and down the buttons for a second before I pressed the button. The elevator began to clank up to the fourth floor. It held up to its sound, filled with metal and wood and somewhat made me feel quite unsafe. Other than the feeling of that I was about to fall through the bottom it was homey, strangely nicer than millions of other elevators I had been in.
It finally reached the fourth floor and I looked around for apartment 4c. I saw 4a (they opened their door and nodded to me) 4b (door was slightly open and I had to force myself to not close it) and then finally 4c. I pushed the key into the key hole, waited for the click, and then pushed the door open.
As I looked around the room I spoke out loud to myself. "She was right, this is small." I kicked the door shut behind me. The only room I could see was a small living area with a kitchen attached. But what surprised me was what filled the room from top to bottom. Books. They covered the edges of the room, filled the bookcases that filled the walls. "She must really like to read." I mumbled as I looked around. I could recognize about two out of every twenty titles that I saw. My finger trailed along the titles and I saw they all had something to do with music, science or fiction.
The parts of the room that weren't covered in books actually looked quite nice. The couch was a clean white, resting in front of small coffee table (no books there, just a pleasant plant). There was no television, instead there just a computer sitting on the white desk between the millions of bookcases. The star screensaver was still blinking by. There were thin white curtains that hung off the slightly open windows, blowing in the light breeze.
I walked in further, looking over the kitchen. It had the same white theme with the only color coming from the bowl of bright green apples resting in the middle of the island. I looked around for a door that would most likely lead to a bed room and spotted one off of the kitchen. It was slightly open and I could see even more piles of things.
But when I walked in I found that instead of books the room was filled with stacks of CD's. I picked one up randomly from the top of a stack closest to me and saw that it was a composer that I didn't recognize. I put it back and looked around the room for a second. Double bed with a silk comforter (a sheet of music) and nothing else other than the CD piles and a jukebox. I turned my head to look for a closet. There was one behind a mirror door and I slid it open.
It was filled with shirts of all different colors. I ran my hand through them and found that they all had some sort of strange icon or saying. On the shelf above them were stacks of neatly folded jeans. Multiple colors of converse were sitting neatly in rows alone the bottom.
"She is quite a neat person." I said out loud as I turned to go look for a suitcase. There was one leaning against the wall with a window, white like the rest of the apartment. I tossed it lightly on the bed and clicked it open. Then I turned to go grab stuff out of the closet. I picked about five shirts that made me laugh, five pairs of jeans, two pairs of different colored converse and a jacket. I stuffed it all into the suitcase and turned around to look for the bathroom. It seemed to be attached to the bed room by a small doorway.
There was nothing special in it, just normal bathroom stuff. The yellow tooth brush was resting inside a cup and I grabbed it quickly, along with her toothpaste. Sitting in the cupboard next to the sink was a large collection of red hair dye. I grabbed one of them and pulled aside the shower curtain to find some of her shampoo. I just put it all in the suitcase and squeezed it shut.
I looked around finally for anything else that she might need. She didn't give me any particular book or music she wanted, so I just grabbed one CD from the top of a few of the stacks. I sighed and left the room, closing the door quietly behind me. I looked over the books quickly but I just left the apartment after finding none that interested me. I went back to where the elevator entrance was sitting.
I jammed the button with my finger and waited for it to arrive from where ever it was. The suitcase was clutched in one hand while the CD's were clutched in the other. When the elevator clanked onto the floor it dinged open and I stepped inside to go back downstairs. I went out the same way I came in, dropping the stuff from my hands onto the seat beside me once I had un locked the car. Then I started it up and turned out onto the street to begin to drive home.
Me: I know this chapter was a lot of description but I wanted you to know what her apartment looked like before they went back later in the story because it made more sense for Toby to be describing it.
Toby: I can notice quite a lot of stuff! Win! *pumps air*
Rose: Do I ever get to be in these conversations? *waves to readers* Hello people!
Me: Sure, whenever you want. *high five with Rose*
Toby: No high five for me? *sad puppy face*
Me: Toby, you get a hug! *jumps up and hugs Toby* Ask any questions in the reviews and I'll answer on my blog! Thanks for reading, keep being awesome!