407 - Levi Andrews's Apartment

[Levi Andrews]

Levi yawned as he finally reached the building in which he was going to rent an apartment. It was early morning, and his plane had just landed a couple of hours ago. He hadn't gotten much sleep on the plane, because he found it very fascinating to look out the window and see the earth from above. Now, however, he was regretting not taking the time to get some shut-eye on the four hour plane ride. He felt like no one should ever have to wake up as early as he did this morning. But irregardless, he was now here, and Levi couldn't wait to get up to his room and fall right asleep.

He had moved here from Orlando, Florida, simply seeking adventure. He was tired of living in the same town for nineteen years, and was ready to move on to something bigger and better. Levi entered the building, and after waiting in line at the front desk for ten minutes or so, he received the key to his room, and his room number. He was off again, carrying his heavy suitcase in one arm as he headed for the elevator. But, conveniently enough, it shut right before he got there. I guess I'll take the stairs... he thought, not too pleased about the idea.

After finally getting to his floor, Levi looked around for his room number. It took a little while for him to realize that the even numbers were on one side of the hallway, and the odd numbers were on the other. So, he had to backtrack a little bit to find room 407. He pushed his key into the door, honestly expecting for it not to work. However, thankfully, it did, and he entered his room, which would be where he was living for the next few months, if not more. It was a little cramped compared to what he was used to, but he would manage.

The room was a little stuffy, and the furniture looked like it could use a little dusting. But, Levi had never been wealthy to begin with, so this really wasn't much of anything new. The first thing on his list would be to go and buy some cleaning supplies to get this room to fit his standards. He walked over to the window, opening the blinds to let some light in. He had a nice view from the fourth floor, but compared to some of the other buildings surrounding his, Levi felt pretty low to the ground.

It was now that he again realized how truly tired he was, so Levi pulled off his shirt, exposing his well-defined abs, and jumped onto his bed. Having the window open didn't bother him, as he was tired to the point that nothing could stop him from falling asleep. Slowly, he shut his brown eyes, and drifted off into a deep sleep, not even realizing that he had left the door to his apartment completely open.

[[Open to anyone, but preferably a female. This could turn into an interesting plot.]]

[parisleduct]

Paris breathed a sigh of relief. The kind staff at the apartment complex had left her door open for her. She struggled to carry the five bags in her hand. The bellhop behind her carried her seven other bags in after she flipped on the light and walked inside. She set her bags down and breathed another sigh of relief. She let the bell hop out and shut the door behind him. She had just walked off the plane literally an hour ago and she had to use the bathroom so bad. She refused to use public restrooms. They were grimy, dirty, and disgusting.

Thankfully, the toilet was the one thing in the apartment that wasn't dirty. Since she was the only one in her apartment-quite obviously. She left the door open as she sat down on the toilet, releasing her bladder of its stress. That was another reason she didn't use public restrooms. How embarrassing can you get? Seriously? Think about it. she thought to herself. It's you and one other person. The other person is, say, fixing their hair. You walk into the stall, sit down, and all of a sudden the other person can hear you tinkle. You'd never want to see that person again. How embarrassing. And God forbid you were on your time of the month. She would totally hear the rustling of plastic as you opened a new you-know-what. Ew.

Paris finished using the bathroom, wiped, and flushed the toilet. She pulled up her Victoria's Secret thong and her barely-there denim mini skirt. She looked in the mirror at her black bra. Security had actually asked her to take the thing off at the airport because the stupid security sensors caught her nipple ring. Like, hello? Were some things just not private anymore. Of course, not wanting to cause a fuss, Paris had agreed and taken the bra off, flashing the security boys with her almost-non-existent chest. Oh well. Now, she pulled the bra off along with her mini skirt. She needed rest. And who wore pajamas anymore? Hello? Paris just wore her thong and nothing else to bed.

Paris walked down the hall of her new apartment. Wow. Her bed was already unmade. Nice staff. And yet, there was a bump in the other side of the bed. Paris rolled her eyes and went to smooth it out, only to find that it wasn't just a bump, it was a person.

[Levi Andrews]

Levi was comfortable under the covers, in nothing but his boxers. It didn't bother him sleeping in just that, though, because there was no way anyone would be in his room except for him. After all, he didn't know a soul in this entire city, and unless someone was going to break into his apartment, no one but him would be in there. Breaking in would be pretty useless though, because Levi came from a family that made just enough money to get by paying the bills from month to month, and the most valuable item he had in the whole apartment would be his cell phone.

He rolled over, opening his eyes slightly. For a second, he thought he saw a shadow on the wall, but it was nothing to worry about. He closed his eyes back, deciding that it was probably the shadow from a bird flying by the open window. It was nothing, really. Levi fell back asleep immediately, enjoying the warmth and comfort of this bed. It wasn't as great as what he had back home, but when you are as tired as he was, a stone floor would even suit you.

Levi turned onto his back as he thought he heard a noise coming from the bathroom. It sounded like water trickling, or something of the sort. Once again, he passed it over, assuming that the faucet in the sink was just dripping or something. Why were these distractions waking him up? Clearly, he was the only person in his apartment, and he just needed to accept that. Finally, he drifted back to sleep once more, and decided that he would ignore what other noises decided to sound from then on.

He was having a pretty good dream, about being in a club with a bunch of attractive women surrounding him. That wasn't much out of the ordinary for him. Interrupting his wonderful dream, Levi felt something touch his side. When it continued to occur, he quickly snapped open his eyes and looked up. He blinked a few times very quickly, wondering if what he was seeing was real. "Woah, um," was all he could say. A topless girl stood before him, only wearing lacy underwear.

This was definitely part of his dream. It had to be. Why would a half-naked girl be in his apartment? But still, something about this seemed too real. If he was sure he was dreaming, Levi would have taken advantage of the situation immediately, but he still wasn't sure. Only one way to figure out if this was real or not. He touched his angular chin, and he could actually feel it. Next, he reached out, and touched the arm of the girl standing before him. Oh my gosh, this is real, he thought in amazement.

Levi sat up in bed, and stretched out his arms, flexing his muscles as he did so. Might as well show off a little bit, he figured. He couldn't take his eyes off of the beautiful girl that stood before him, and as his vision cleared, he was absolutely positive that this wasn't a dream. Now, what should he do? "Um," he said again, not too sure of what to say. "Hi, I'm Levi," he added awkwardly. He knew what he wanted to do, but he couldn't just do that. So, what should he do? "I think there must have been a mix-up on whose apartment this is," he said, wondering if this room really belonged to him or to the girl.