Status: I have a bit written but need to look it over
Diaries of the Man Upstairs
Dear diary
PHIL
December 23
Short entry today. Cat's on her way to stay the week. Perhaps I can attempt finish just one.
There's something about the snow outside that won't stop coming. Something about the peppermint running through me and the empty boxes under a fake, plastic tree. There's all a feeling that comes along with the holidays. Peaceful and excitement. But there's something else along with it this time. I can't pinpoint it.
I went to see the new guy upstairs yesterday to bring him a welcome gift. He seems so lonesome in the other half of the townhouse all by himself. I can hear his music playing. Id say curse the thin walls... but I find his music taste quite astonishing for what he looks like.
When I knocked on the mans door, I heard a big crash. He seemed out of breath when he answered the door... I remember his long brown hair swooshed perfectly around his eyes and the way he smiles when he answered it... wow. He sure was something... oops, knock at the door. Cat's here.
She said she wanted me to meet a friend. Hopes high that
6:50pm
I slam the book down, running to hide it in my underwear drawer. Slamming my big toe into the door frame, I fall on the floor. I hold my toe, rocking and letting out a whimper.
"No no don't hurt! Are you okay? You look okay! Do you need a kiss from the man upstairs... I need a kiss from the man upstairs. You'll get better!"
I pull myself up, limping to the door.
I open it to Cat's huge smile and welcoming arms inviting themselves to hug me.
I sigh, hugging her back.
"We're you just talking to yourself, Phil," she asks, pulling away.
"What? No! I just got off the phone..." I blush, hoping that was convincing.
"Oh. Okay. Come on, Dan's waiting at the bus stop. You look nice. Better with shoes." She nods to my sock covered feet. My socks look cool though... fun socks for fun night... its Cat. Can it be fun...? Well... maybe.
I grab my shoes, putting them on.
"Let's go," I yell, running out of the apartment.
"YOU FORGOT TO LOCK THE DOOR," she yells after me. "AND YOUR KEYS, DINGUS!" I hear her lock the door. She runs after me to the bus stop.
I stop in my tracks. Right there. Right there is the man upstairs.
"Cat! Finally- and... Phil?"
"Y-you're Dan..." i feel my whole world right there swirling into a hole of death and black holeness... I'm so dying tonight. Dang it.
December 23
Short entry today. Cat's on her way to stay the week. Perhaps I can attempt finish just one.
There's something about the snow outside that won't stop coming. Something about the peppermint running through me and the empty boxes under a fake, plastic tree. There's all a feeling that comes along with the holidays. Peaceful and excitement. But there's something else along with it this time. I can't pinpoint it.
I went to see the new guy upstairs yesterday to bring him a welcome gift. He seems so lonesome in the other half of the townhouse all by himself. I can hear his music playing. Id say curse the thin walls... but I find his music taste quite astonishing for what he looks like.
When I knocked on the mans door, I heard a big crash. He seemed out of breath when he answered the door... I remember his long brown hair swooshed perfectly around his eyes and the way he smiles when he answered it... wow. He sure was something... oops, knock at the door. Cat's here.
She said she wanted me to meet a friend. Hopes high that
6:50pm
I slam the book down, running to hide it in my underwear drawer. Slamming my big toe into the door frame, I fall on the floor. I hold my toe, rocking and letting out a whimper.
"No no don't hurt! Are you okay? You look okay! Do you need a kiss from the man upstairs... I need a kiss from the man upstairs. You'll get better!"
I pull myself up, limping to the door.
I open it to Cat's huge smile and welcoming arms inviting themselves to hug me.
I sigh, hugging her back.
"We're you just talking to yourself, Phil," she asks, pulling away.
"What? No! I just got off the phone..." I blush, hoping that was convincing.
"Oh. Okay. Come on, Dan's waiting at the bus stop. You look nice. Better with shoes." She nods to my sock covered feet. My socks look cool though... fun socks for fun night... its Cat. Can it be fun...? Well... maybe.
I grab my shoes, putting them on.
"Let's go," I yell, running out of the apartment.
"YOU FORGOT TO LOCK THE DOOR," she yells after me. "AND YOUR KEYS, DINGUS!" I hear her lock the door. She runs after me to the bus stop.
I stop in my tracks. Right there. Right there is the man upstairs.
"Cat! Finally- and... Phil?"
"Y-you're Dan..." i feel my whole world right there swirling into a hole of death and black holeness... I'm so dying tonight. Dang it.
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