Evan Rosier
I stepped out into the hallway that was lined with identical doors and an elevator at the end. The only thing that was different about the doors was the plaque with a number next to each one. The floor was carpeted with an ugly red, green and brown pattern that was in most hotels yet here it was in my apartment building. It was honestly kind of an eye sore but I guess it was just something I was going to have to live with.
It didn’t bother me that much though. If that was one of the worst things about this new place, I could handle it.
I locked the door, slipping my key back into my pocket where I also kept my wallet.
I turned and started to walk forward, running straight into the man walking in the opposite direction.
“I’m so sorry,” I said quickly, stepping back again, basically tripping over my own shoes.
“Don’t worry about it,” he laughed, running his fingers through his hair, “I’m guessing you’re the guy who just moved in?”
His voice was unlike anything I expected. It was soothing in a kind of way that would make me want to sit there and listen to him talk for hours. It was monotone in the way that made me want to lay down and fall asleep right there.
His dirty blonde hair stood out in the dull yet colorful hallway and his greyish blue eyes reminded me of crystals. He was smiling as he spoke and it made my heart beat like crazy. I honestly didn’t know why, just the way his bright, pearl-like teeth went with his shining eyes made my lungs want to stop working.
“Yeah, that’s me,” I nodded, trying to stop myself from smiling, “I’m Barty.”
I stuck out my hand and he shook it, his hand surprisingly cold. Part of me felt as though I was touching a dead body because of how freezing his skin was. I pulled back slightly at the feeling but I tried not to make it too noticeable. If I wanted to make friends, I had to make good first expressions.
“I’m Evan,” he replied, still smiling, “I live in 346.” He nodded over to the apartment next to mine as he spoke.
“I just moved into 344,” I laughed, “but I assume you already know that.”
“Yeah,” he nodded, laughing a little as well, “well it was nice to meet you Barty. I guess I'll see you around?”
His stupidly bright smile was driving me insane and my heart was beating like crazy so all I could really hear was the rapid beating and his voice.
“Yeah, I'll see you around,” I said, letting a smile play onto my face.
“Bye,” he said, waving slightly as he walked over to his apartment.
“Yeah, bye,” I whispered, still standing there after he opened his door and walked inside.
What the fuck had just happened?
I turned slowly, and started walking towards the elevator.
I had no idea what the hell was happening to me. My heart was beating like crazy and my lungs didn’t want to expand. All I could think about him. His hair, his eyes, his voice.
Fuck, i could listen to that voice for hours.
I was screwed.