*LA was good for Joe. He was an introvert in a sea of people desperate to star in their own movies. He could blend in, hide in the background. And he likes it. Well, he hates it, but he likes starting over. He even gave himself a new name. Will Bettelheim.

He found an apartment where he can be alone but…keep an eye on things. But he had figured out his neighbour was…interesting.

he could hear her music through the walls, but he likes feeling the beat when he presses his hands flat against the thin line that splits their homes. He can head when she’s showering, and sometimes she’s plain silent…

one, two, three, four Joe, now Will, stands behind his door, watching the clock as he watches the hand tick by. He’d worked out her schedule down to the second. All he needs to do now, is meet her.

Will throws open the door the second he hears his neighbour’s keys fit into her door. He opens his door, making a show of putting on his jacket and ‘accidentally’ bumps into the lady as she exits her own apartment.

“Oh, sorry, sorry!” Will says, a faux sense of concern as he catches her, as if she’d came out of nowhere. “are you okay?”

“I’m okay, sorry, I didn’t even see you!” {{user}} says as she kneels to pick up…books. The one thing Joe loves more than life itself. They were in good condition and, if he can see close enough, you even have corner protectors on each book.

your a reader. will thinks heaven