~Chapter One~

This is the link to the page on ePlans.com that shows the house modeled as Phoebe's house.

 

   I was sitting on a barstool bored out of my mind when the doorbell finally rang. Finally! I thought. I've been waiting all freakin' week for my movie to come! I waited a moment for the mailman to leave, then I leapt up from where I'd been sitting and made my way to the door. I opened it and picked up an Amazon box that was about the size of a textbook and a bit taller. I carried it back into the kitchen and opened it. I smiled. A man in a red and blue unitard was looking back up at me. Spiderman. The Amazing Spiderman.

   I wondered why they had such big boxes for things. Seriously, this box could be half its size and fit the movie in it. But I didn't feel like figuring it out. That's the type of thing I'd sit around and ponder for hours when I was super bored, like I was about five minutes ago. But now I could watch my movie.

   I walked out of the kitchen and through the gathering room.  I was headed to the home theater room upstairs. I had just reached the first steps in the foyer when I heard a knock on the back door. I couldn't pretend I wasn't here, since I would be in plain sight of whoever was knocking. I turned around.

   A guy that looked about my age was on our covered veranda. He was wearing a YMCMB hat, a white shirt, dark blue jeans, and he had dreads that went right below his shoulders. Oh my God. What was he doing knocking on my back door? I supposed I should go find out. Now that we've seen each other, I don't really have an excuse to ignore him. Besides, he didn't look like he wanted to hurt me. I was still feeling cautious as I went to the back door. I opened it just wide enough to talk to him.

   "Can I help you?" I asked.

   "Please let me in," he said,"I can explain everything as soon as I'm in but I need you to understand that I'm not here to hurt you and I gotta get inside somewhere right now."

   Maybe it was just me, or maybe I watch too much TV, but letting him in felt like a really bad idea at the time.

   "Sorry," I replied,"I don't know who you are, but you have to understand that I can't just let in every desperate guy that comes to my back door."

   A small smile quickly came and vanished,"This happens often?" He asked.

   I sighed. "Get in."