Noah Chance apt 406

“I’m just saying, the biggest debate of our time isn’t if the moon landing was faked or not or if Jack could’ve fit on the door, it’s Big Tony’s versus Little Teddy’s. I mean-” Parker Bailly holds up his two pizza slices, one from each pizzeria, and looks over at his coworker, who was walking with his hands in the pockets of his worn jeans, dark brown eyes turned towards the sidewalk. Noah Chance had not been listening to the “Great Pizza Debate”. He had heard it many times before and, at this point in his life, was more concerned with the new addition to the ranks of dead people that didn’t seem to stay dead. “Noah?” Parker asked, who, along with being on a quest to find the superior pizza slice, was Noah’s coworker and best friend. To be honest, he was Noah’s only friend. “Hmm?” Noah looked over at his friend. “Sorry, yeah, that board definitely had enough room for Jack.” “Are you okay? You’ve been out of it all day. Was it the chaos at the Scoop?” With Teddy’s next door and ...

The day started with a drop of water. And then another drop. And another drop and another drop until Noah Chance could no longer ignore the constant tapping on his forehead. Noah rolled over and glared up at the ceiling, hoping the broken pipes and water damaged ceiling would feel his frustration and fix themselves, or at least cease the annoying drip dropping of water long enough for him to fall back asleep. No such luck. It seemed that fate was not in the mood for listening to such trivial requests, especially at such an early hour, and the water continued on its path, now leading directly into the boy’s eye. "Seth!" Noah yelled, "the plumbing’s broken again!" "It's always broken!" came a voice from the adjacent room. Broken it was. The plumbing of Apartment 406 may have worked back in the building’s prime, but it seems that time had not been kind to the old building in the years since. When finding a place to live, the Chance br...