Author Note: I should let everyone know that even though this is posted in the Romance forum, it is not just a romantic story line. If you are looking for mushy love scene after mushy love scene you have certainly come to the wrong place. However I didn’t see this fitting into any other category, so here it is. 
Chapter Two
I slung my bag over my shoulder, pulling my long hair into a ponytail in the top of my head. I called goodbye to everyone in the kitchen and dragged myself out the door. The rest of my day had gone without a hitch, there were no other problems, and for a few moments here and there I had even allowed myself to forget my brain fart from that morning. For a few moments at least…
I climbed into my car, and rolled then engine over. My car, like the rest of my life, was nothing extraordinary. It was a small two door Mazda that ran when it felt like running. Often times I would walk to work just to avoid the hassle, but that morning I had already been running behind and driving became my only option. I pulled out of the lot and into midday traffic, annoyed with the way the day had gone already.
I sighed as I pulled into my lot; of course there were no parking spaces today. And then I frowned when I noticed that there was a police cruiser parked where I normally did. I pulled off on the side of the road and jogged into the building. There were two officers standing in the lobby, trying to calm a very angry Briant.
Briant was a 78 year old man that lived in the apartment next to mine; I had met him shortly after moving into town, and had since then grown very close to the old coot.
I watched him swing his cane wide, “get ‘way from me.” He bellowed.
I laughed and rolled my eyes at him, I started to walk forward but one of the police officers tried to stop me. “He seems to be dangerous ma’am; we need you to take a step back.”
“I’ve got it.” I told them with a wave of my hand. “Briant!” I yelled. “What do you think you’re doing old man?”
He immediately dropped his cane back down and came walking over to me, savoring his right leg. “They want to take me to the hospital.” He grunted.
Fear started to slowly creep its way through me. “Why?”
“Oh it’s nothin’, I had a fall on the stairs.” He muttered, waving his hand. “I keep tellin’ ‘em that they need to put in one of those box things.”
“An elevator?” I asked with a quiet giggle.
“Yeah! One of them. I’m fine though Nessa, don’t you worry your pretty little head. It’ll give you frown lines.” He told me in all seriousness.
“How about this, if you go to the hospital with them, I’ll come with you. How does that sound?” I asked, taking him by the arm and starting to steer him out the door.
“Oh alright, I’ll go.”
We made our way out to the parking lot and I turned to the officers. “Do you mind if I drive him?” I asked.
Both of them glanced between us for a moment before shaking their heads. “He’s all yours.” One of them told me.
I took Briant to the hospital where they x-rayed him and discovered that indeed nothing was wrong. He’d have a rather large bruise, and should stay off his feet until it healed, but he was going to be fine. I smiled in fondness at his antics as he struggled out the door, muttering about how he’d told me so. I couldn’t describe the relief I felt, Briant was… very important to me.
We drove home together, and I helped him up the stairs and into his apartment. He wobbled over to his “comfy chair” and sat down, propping both legs up. “You’re too good to me, little lady, if I were 60 years younger…” He said with a wolfish grin.
I gently smacked him on the back of the head. “None of that now, I am going to go get some dinner. Just give me a ring if you need anything.” I told him, kissing the spot I’d just smacked.
“Oh I won’t need anything.” He grumbled.
I closed the door to his apartment, locking it behind me, and placing his spare key in the little hiding place on top of the door. Finally I opened the door to my own apartment and collapsed onto the couch, and before I knew it, I fell asleep.
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