My Next Door Neighbor

Trent stared at the stain on the nicotine yellow wall. Whoever had lived in the house before him must have been a pack a day kinda person by the tint. Just another thing he’d have to fix in the run-down disaster he’d recently bought. Trent got up from the bed, feeling the worn-out boards of the floor shift under his weight. As much of a disaster the house was, Trent didn’t regret a single minute he spent in the place. The freedom it gave him was worth so much more than the money he was going to have to put in to it to make it livable.

The next morning, as Trent stood in front of the kitchen window drinking his coffee, he debated whether or not to close the blinds. He looked across the yard towards his neighbor’s house. It appeared empty. With a small shrug, he decided to keep the blinds as they were. She had probably got bored of watching him at that point. He was something new. Trent understood that, just as he knew he wasn’t the most exciting person.

The next morning, Trent slept in until almost eleven. Grabbing his sweats and a t-shirt, Trent shambled to the bathroom, but not before he briefly stopped in front of his mirror to fix his messy hair some before leaving.Trent froze as he started to open the door. “What the hell am I doing?” He asked

Mel narrowed her eyes at Trent. “Oh, I see. Me spying on you is no big deal because you’ve been spying on me!”“I was not spying on you,” he demanded. “I just looked out my window and saw you! It’s not like I made it my hobby!”

The next day, Trent felt a strange set of nerves taking over him as he waited for Mel to show up. He couldn’t believe she had agreed to come over. When a knock sounded on the door, Trent opened the door and suddenly a brunette rushed into the living room, dragging Mel behind her. “Wow you didn’t change much did you?” she demanded as she looked around the room.  Trent didn’t reply, still taken back by her sudden entry into his house.