Thursday Evening

A/N~ I hope that this is clear enough. And the apartments that I live in are built like this. The older ones. But it's not very well known. The final chapter will be up in a little bit.

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For a moment, I consider telling all of the details of how I know about this. Those old pool parties, but I realize it doesn’t matter how I know it. The only thing that matters is that I knew it.

I love old apartments.

I tell him to get his most important possessions that can fit in his pockets. Well, to be technical, I told him to get dressed first. I headed to the closet right in front of the front door. I still felt like puking, and as I pushed the piece of wood away, I gagged as the dust was displaced.

He comes up to me; half dressed and wants an explanation. I quickly explain that the top apartments are linked together like this. I push away the wood completely, and I explain that we can go to the apartment at the end of the building. Perhaps call my mom and get the hell out of this town, or this state. Even this country if that was needed.

He looks excited and tells me that he’ll be ready soon, that all he needs is a shirt and his wallet. I grab my wallet and a flashlight. I know that we’ll need it for the attic, if that’s the right word, soon.

I go first, into the dust and stumble forward until I reach what looks like the last apartment. I remove the wood covering and I’m in the closet. If my head didn’t hurt so much, I’d laugh about the irony and tell him about it. But my head pounds from the physical activity and I’m worried that we’ll be mistaken for burglars.

We break into a girls’ slumber party. Four or five of them are asleep on the floor. I go over to the phone, call my mom and ask for a ride. I don’t explain why. I really couldn’t. We go outside after a few minutes, and we see her waiting for us in her car, right in front of the apartment where I told her she would be.

I grab an orange blanket and throw it around him, just in case we’re being watched. Then, we’re in the car, and we’re safe.


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He gets up without telling me the reason. I realize that this shower won’t be finished for a time.

He yells at me to get dressed and get ready to leave. I have to wonder what he has planned, but I start to get ready. I let myself trust him. I’ve only got my pants on when I hear a crash.

I go in the direction of the sound. Random pans from the front closet are strewn on the floor. He’s pounding on the ceiling on the closet. I ask him what he’s doing and he quickly explains, jimmying it open as he does.

Yeah. This could really work. They’d probably only be watching this apartment. Not the one four or five down, too. I quickly finish getting ready, remembering to get some Excedrin for his head.

I follow him into the dust and gloom. For a second, I wonder if it didn’t work, could we just live here for a while? Or would that be too obvious?

The difference between the two apartments was stark. Ours seemed bare and empty. Or this one seemed cluttered. I don’t know which. He’s on the phone, having stepped over the sleeping girls already. I wonder how much his mom will appreciate being called at 3 AM.

I notice that he doesn’t explain any of the details. He promises to. He hangs up and whispers that she’ll be here, soon.

He throws a blanket on me while we go outside. He says it’ll distract them further. His mom’s in her car, looking anxious. And I worry that I’ll have to hear him tell her.