Y/N steps out of her favorite takeout place, the plastic bag full of deliciously hot food heavy in her hand, and silently thanks the universe that the little restaurant is open nearly 24/7. She usually isn’t one to get takeout at two in the morning, but with the day she had, she needs it.
She turns on her heel, ready to begin the walk to her apartment, but she stops dead in her tracks when she sees that it is pouring. Her shoulders sag slightly at the thought of walking home in wet clothes, but the rain is actually a welcome relief to the hot, clingy humidity that had been present before the rain began to fall.
The thought of curling up in her favorite leather chair, with her blanket and takeout, to watch random movies has her walking quickly; …show more content…
“Oh, boys aren’t stupid.” Marie assures, though she pauses and her eyebrows furrow, “well, not ALL of them are stupid.” She corrects.
Y/N’s face obviously betrays her skepticism and Marie sighs with a maternal sense of concern. “I just worry that you’re lonely, dear. You know we all want to see you happy. Living alone can be tough for someone so young.”
This draws a laugh out of Y/N just as the elevator doors slide open. “I’m almost eighteen.” She replies out of reflex, but she is quick to add onto the statement when she sees the very motherly ‘oh really?’ look on Marie’s face, “Well, Marie, if I happen to find a not so stupid boy in the near future, you’ll be the first to know.” Y/N assures.
“Good.” The woman looks genuinely pleased as she returns to her cart and allows Y/N to board the elevator. “I know you don’t need some boy in your life to be happy, Y/N, but loneliness is no good for such a young, sweet thing like you. You might enjoy having someone other than your friends to talk …show more content…
She has had that conversation with Marie quite regularly over the past few months. The staff of her apartment building has grown very attached to their youngest tennant, but it often leaves the girl feeling suffocated by her many surrogate parents. She knows they mean well, but Y/N just wants to live her life. Being alone has never been a problem in the past.
When she finally bursts through the cream colored door of her apartment, Y/N nearly cries in relief. She drops her purse unceremoniously by the front door and walks into the small kitchen to drop the takeout bag on the counter. She then makes a beeline for her bathroom and rushes to discard her sopping wet and quickly chilling clothing. She shivers as she changes into an oversized t-shirt and leggings; she tries to bring some warmth back into her body by rubbing her arms and thighs vigorously.
When she starts to regain feeling in her limbs, she returns to the kitchen and practically attacks the blissfully warm food. She sighs with content as the food begins to warm her from the inside
She turns on her heel, ready to begin the walk to her apartment, but she stops dead in her tracks when she sees that it is pouring. Her shoulders sag slightly at the thought of walking home in wet clothes, but the rain is actually a welcome relief to the hot, clingy humidity that had been present before the rain began to fall.
The thought of curling up in her favorite leather chair, with her blanket and takeout, to watch random movies has her walking quickly; …show more content…
“Oh, boys aren’t stupid.” Marie assures, though she pauses and her eyebrows furrow, “well, not ALL of them are stupid.” She corrects.
Y/N’s face obviously betrays her skepticism and Marie sighs with a maternal sense of concern. “I just worry that you’re lonely, dear. You know we all want to see you happy. Living alone can be tough for someone so young.”
This draws a laugh out of Y/N just as the elevator doors slide open. “I’m almost eighteen.” She replies out of reflex, but she is quick to add onto the statement when she sees the very motherly ‘oh really?’ look on Marie’s face, “Well, Marie, if I happen to find a not so stupid boy in the near future, you’ll be the first to know.” Y/N assures.
“Good.” The woman looks genuinely pleased as she returns to her cart and allows Y/N to board the elevator. “I know you don’t need some boy in your life to be happy, Y/N, but loneliness is no good for such a young, sweet thing like you. You might enjoy having someone other than your friends to talk …show more content…
She has had that conversation with Marie quite regularly over the past few months. The staff of her apartment building has grown very attached to their youngest tennant, but it often leaves the girl feeling suffocated by her many surrogate parents. She knows they mean well, but Y/N just wants to live her life. Being alone has never been a problem in the past.
When she finally bursts through the cream colored door of her apartment, Y/N nearly cries in relief. She drops her purse unceremoniously by the front door and walks into the small kitchen to drop the takeout bag on the counter. She then makes a beeline for her bathroom and rushes to discard her sopping wet and quickly chilling clothing. She shivers as she changes into an oversized t-shirt and leggings; she tries to bring some warmth back into her body by rubbing her arms and thighs vigorously.
When she starts to regain feeling in her limbs, she returns to the kitchen and practically attacks the blissfully warm food. She sighs with content as the food begins to warm her from the inside