First of Jesse IV

The next day, I was awakened by my doorbell. I stand up in my bed and when I open the door I saw the landlady with teary eyes.

"Mister, I am sorry but this land was bought by a businessman and I can't refuse him because I have a big depth in him, so please packed your things and find other places, and also here is you're supposed to be the rent here." She gave back my money and left me alone.

I have no choice but to pack up my things. I searched for a place that I can rent, then I saw an apartment and it was near where I am now so I called a truck to help me pick up my things and started transferring to another place.

Fast forward and I'm done unpacking my things, I am now arranging my things when my phone buzzes again. It was Matthew again.

"Hey, Jesse you transferred to another apartment?" He asked

"yeah" I answered

"why?" he wondered.

"the landlady told me that she sell that land and she told me that I have to pack my things so yeah" I explained.

"Okay, then tell me what is your address," he said and I told him.

Not a half-hour later and Matthew was already here, he helped me arrange my things and it was afternoon when we finished our work.

"Aren't you busy and you helped me here?" I asked him while arranging a flower vase.

"Not really, our shoot was canceled because the director was sick." He explained, that he is now sitting on the sofa.

I was about to ask him if he want some food when his phone rang.

"Wait for a second" he excuses himself and answers the call.

"Yeah... uh-huh? Okay... okay I'll go now stop yelling!" he yelled and he ended the call.

"What is it?" I asked him.

"They're telling me to get back to work. I'll go now, see you later!" he said and went out of my apartment.

Brrr~~~

I heard my stomach growling so I decided to buy food in the market.

I went out without changing my clothes. I was hungry and no one can stop me from buying! I laughed at myself, what a dramatic line.

I saw a bakery that sold a cheesecake, I love cheese! So I enter the bakery and I go straight to the seller.

"What is your order cutie?" she said.

"Sorry Miss, but please don't call me cute and one Cheesecake please," I said rudely. I hate when someone calls me that.

"Oh, the kid is polite to me you know." She said but she was still smiling.

"I am already twenty-five so stop calling me that!" I almost yelled at her.

"y-you are 25 years old?" she said not believing it.

"Yeah" I answered her bluntly.

"So you are older than me, I am 23 years old but I looked like a 30 years old woman!" she yelled

She was speechless and she gives me my cake. I gave her my money and she gave back my change without a word. Before I exit the bakery I heard her say "what a cutie adult" darn it cursed that damn word. Can't they just say handsome?

I was walking back home when I bump into someone. Good thing I didn't fall and my cake was secured in my arms but the person I was bumped into...

"Hey, are you okay?" I asked her if she is a girl wearing a school uniform and I bet she was in high school.

"I am fine," she said. I offered my hand and she grabs it because he sits in her butt when we bumped into each other.

"I-uh I am sorry!" she apologizes and she was looking down probably embarrassed. But I saw a red color on her face. Young ladies nowadays.

"No, don't worry about it, are you really okay? You fell down just now. " I asked again.

"No I'm sure I am fine," she said in assurance.

"Next time be careful, a young lady like you is supposed not to run like that," I said.

She looked at me confused. Uh, why?

"Can I know how old you are?" she asked,

"Why do you want to know?" kids this day. Why are they always asking about age

"Well, because you are talking like an old guy. You have the same age as mine right?" she asked again. What the! Do I really look young?

"Sorry for being a 25 years old guy okay?" I said

She was shocked and it was showing on her face. I can't believe that this is literally happening.

"No way! You look too cute for being 25 years old" she said pointing at me dramatically.

"Yeah yeah, Bye young lady," I said before I walk passed her.

How many times in my life do I have to hear that thing? The heck of eyes they have. I hate being cute! No one will respect me because of this!

I was ranting to myself when I finally reached the building of my apartment. I used the stairs because my apartment was located on the second floor and someone using the elevator.

When I reached my floor, I saw a guy rummaging in his bag, probably searching for his keys. I didn't see his face but I still approached him. He was my neighbor anyway.

"Good afternoon, I'm your new neighbor here I'm—"but I immediately stop midsentence when this guy lifted his face.

It was him.