The Black Hoodie - Pt 1
Disclaimer : I'm a huge KPop fan and you will come across names and photographs of KPop idols in most of my stories (The photographs and pics are downloaded from the internet and I do not have ANY intellectual property right over them). They are my muse and inspiration in so many ways. The incidents and characters are fictional and have no resemblance to any K pop idol in any manner.
The boy in the black hoodie locked the door and walked out of the house towards the main gate. He looked around and then looked up, straight into my window. I ducked and counted to 10. As I looked out of my window across the street, the boy had gone. I exhaled in relief.
It was sometime last month that I saw the house opposite mine abuzz with activity as the packers and movers carried box after box inside. Curious to know more, I continued to watch as what looked like furniture and electronic items were taken inside the house.
My trance was broken by the sound of an approaching bicycle's tinkling bell. The cyclist, dressed in all black cycling gear, got off and parked his bicycle in the huge garage next to an impressive looking Harley Davidson motorcycle and a black Mercedes Benz. Soon the packers left and my new neighbor came out to close the main gate. I was caught red handed as he looked up and saw me at my window. I quickly shut the blinds and ran downstairs. My parents were waiting for me to join them for dinner. As I sat down on my chair, my parents began to talk about the new occupant of the house across the road. I learnt that the boy was, in fact, the owner of that house and not a tenant. After lunch, I sat down and finished my project report which was due for submission the next day. Out of habit, I looked out of the window and saw the house opposite mine all lit up like a Christmas tree as the boy could be seen lugging boxes and unpacking. As I tucked myself in for the night, I wondered why he was doing this alone? Didn't he have a family or friends to help him? I kept thinking till I finally fell asleep. The alarm woke me up at 7 am. I quickly got ready for work and after a quick breakfast with my parents, I rushed out of the door. My feet came to an abrupt halt as I opened the door and found myself face to face with a boy wearing a black hoodie (that covered half his face!), about to ring the doorbell. I thought he looked like the new neighbor, but wasn't sure. Since I was getting late, I excused myself and ran towards the bus stop, calling my dad to talk to the unexpected visitor. In the office, I kept thinking if my behavior was too rude. Although my project report got rave reviews from my boss and I was happy about it, I couldn't get the morning's encounter out of my mind. My heartbeat quickened at the mere thought of it!
My mysterious neighbor, the boy in the black hoodie, had taken over my thoughts and my dreams. I wonder what color his eyes are- brown or blue or green??? Does he have dark hair or light, long or short?? Maybe he is bald.... Maybe.
As soon as I came back home, the aroma of my mom's cooking welcomed me. I soon learnt that mom had invited neighbor over for dinner. So, I had about 20 minutes to get ready!
To be continued..........