He woke up late! Slept through breakfast Saturday morning. Jenny and Erica were gone as well as Paula, Jon, Jerry & Henry. Everyone was gone! Weird? Yes, way weird!
He couldn't figure anything out. Yes, this was his house and yes, it was his yard and neighborhood. No one was around, except Jillian next door.
Homey, as everyone always called Henry and not Hank, was delirious and was not able to figure anything out. He walked out side and looked around. All cars were gone. No one anywhere could be found. Except Jillian's car.
Homey, decided to knock on this person's door. He never ever stopped and talked to this young girl. He did look rather cute though in his pajama's and hair twirled and twisted al over, your typical bed head.
He called all of their cell phone number's they either were disconnected or were re-assigned to other people. "What's going on?" he would ask himself.
Seeing Jillian's car, he thought, "I should take a shower first, I'm sure I look like crap."
"Knock..Knock..Knock!" as his fist hit the door! He waited a few seconds. Then he hit the door bell. He heard a faint "Hold on, hold on, I'm coming."
Her hair was in a bun. She was wearing a robe and Homey could see pajama bottoms hanging down her legs inside of the robe. "Hi Homey, what's up man?" She wasn't wearing a smile.
"Umm, I don't have a clue Jillian. Do you know what's going on around here. No one, not a soul is nearby. Everyone's gone Jillian!" She looked around. "Wow, that's weird all of the cars in your driveway and everywhere else too. Is your friend behind you gone too? You know Danielle and her live in?"
"I didn't try her." "Well come on in. Want a coffee? Here's the phone too."
"Oh Thanks Jillian. Were you going to get in the shower just now? I thought about that before coming over. I sure didn't wanna look like a slob."
"Homey! You never look like that to me. Jimmy? My boyfriend has always said you always look cool. Or I should say my ex-boyfriend." "Your ex?" I replied.
"Yeah, and with a somber look, she quickly went on to explain that deal. They are over with. He's an ass, Homey a real ass. 3 days ago. Go ahead, call Danielle and see what's up, okay?"
Kay answered the phone. "Kay? Is Danielle there?" Kay asked who I was and who Danielle was. Homey hung up.
"She didn't know me. Come on over after you take a shower. We will figure this all out, okay?" Do you want me to bring anything? I have a coffee cake in the fridge."
"No, I can make us something quickly. I have to get a shower, clean up and shave and brush. Then I can get us something. Just bring your beautiful self, okay?" as they smiled at each other.
This was enticing to the 20 year old Jillian, who always found 31 year old Homey nice, funny and handsome. But never regarded him as someone who thought much of her.
Homey got his shower. Did his stuff: shaved, brushed, combed his hair and began dressing. He only put on his boxers and jeans, before he heard the door bell.
With out getting a chance to put on a shirt and thinking it was Jillian; he rushed down not wanting to keep her waiting outside. It was an older woman, taking a poll. She was quite attractive. About late 30's and wearing a tight ribbed cotton turtle neck type shirt. It showed her bust quite well. She was always proud of that! Yes she was!
"Sorry sir, I can come back." She gazed at his chest and then his face. He smiled at her and as she did to him, he looked right into her chest and he could see her nipples pushing themselves thru her top.
"So you are poll taking", asked Homey? "Yes." She went onto explain all about what it is she was doing this for. He did not listen to one word. By the end, he had her full name and she was calling back at 4pm. That was odd. He had no idea how any of that happened. It just did.
She left with clip board in hand, two minutes later, Jillian was there. He made coffee. She was all dressed up as if she was going shopping or something, fashionable. Nope, only Homey. That was her ulterior motive this morning.
He made scrambled eggs and bacon and toast. They sat and talked and she couldn't figure where her parents were either. They were gone. They turned on two TV's and nothing. Same old programs.
Weird, weird, weird!
"Jillian, you really look nice." Her response was, "Thank you Homey. Don't you want to put on a shirt? It's rather, umm distracting to me."
"Ohh, I am sorry. Sure I will. That wasn't my intention. I'll be right back. She heard a huge crash after he went upstairs. She rushed to the bottom of the stairs. His closet bar, with all the shirts and pants on hangers had pulled itself out of the wall and fallen to the ground. "Homey? Is everything okay? What happened?" Nothing, she heard something, so she hopped up the stairs.
