Summer Camp

After Christian and Billie left, I really didn't have much left to do. I just retouched some things, rearranged others and I sat down on the couch.

The whole apartment was empty and I was the only one in here.

I don't know if Christian realized this, but I'm the only one in his house.

"And that means I can find his deep dark secrets." I mutter and stand up.

The apartment has a large living room which can comfortably take in my living room and kitchen with space left.

Why does he even like open spaces?

"There's just too much space."

I wonder how much he's paying for rent.

Christian always liked to live a lavish lifestyle. Get rich cars, have huge rent paying apartments, that's how he could keep his bad boy rep up.

And he has rich parents.

There's also a balcony right in front where you can see the city from there. The only thing separating the living room and the balcony is a glass door. So even with the doors closed, you can still overlook the city.

Must be the charm of this place.

The kitchen was right about normal size. There was a hallway leading to four doors.

Counted them all when decorating.

One at the end of the hallway, probably the guest toilet.

Two at the left, one at the right. Four doors in total and I'm yet to explore them.

"Guess today's my lucky day after all." I walk towards the door on the right. I twisted the doorknob and was surprised to see it open with ease.

"And I thought he'd keep his doors locked. Tsk."

The room was a little dim. The curtains were drawn and the lights were off. But from what I could see, it's pretty empty.

Must be the guest room?

I closed the door and walked towards the first one on the left. This one although looked smaller, it's a little messier than the last.

Boxes were everywhere filled with books and god knows what. There were clothes here and there, and equipment scattered everywhere. It was like a storage room but he really did a bad job at tidying up.

"This place is supposed to be locked up." I walk out and close the door behind me, gently locking the door. I walked to the third room, and immediately knew it was his room.

It wasn't exactly messy, but it wasn't neat either. It's a typical guy's room.

Books filled his desk, his bed wasn't made, and there were clothes here and there. His bedside table drawer was half open and his bathroom door was also open.

"Typical Christian." I muttered.

I noticed the pictures on his desk. There were his pictures as usual, some with his parents and Billie but at the end, there was a small picture frame with us both from when we were little. From our last camp together.

We didn't exactly pose for the picture. We were in ninth grade, went to summer camp. We had an argument and started a food fight in the cafeteria. The teachers called us out and decided to call our parents to pick us up because it wasn't the first time we'd caused damage at the camp.

Although disappointed, my mom thought it was the best time to take a picture, to remember it as the first time we got kicked out of camp and the last time we'd ever go together.

Covered in disgusting food and drinks, angry and all, our picture was taken.

"I can't believe he framed this." I chuckled.

After checking the pictures, I looked around more and when I got bored, I checked the time. It was after six and I had to get home and change.

I called Christian to ask him when he'd be home because I know nothing about his house or where he puts his keys. But he didn't answer the call.

I dialed him about three times, but to no avail. I then dialed Billie's instead.

"Is Christian with you?" Is the first thing I asked when she picked.

"No. Why?"

"Well, he left a little after you did, but he's yet to be back and I have to go home to change. I don't know where to put the keys when I lock or if I should even leave the house."

"Have you tried calling him?"

"Three times. Three times Billie and my patience is really getting tested."

"His door is an automatic lock. I don't know where he went, but I'll try calling him from my side."

"What if he doesn't get back before seven? You said people would start coming in by seven." I remind her.

"You're right. Let me try his number first, you can change and come right back."

"You said the door is an automatic lock right?"

"Yeah."

"What's the password?"

"2333."

"2333. Got it." I repeat. "Why such complicated numbers?"

"It isn't really. Asked him once about it and he avoided it. Maybe it means something to him."

I chuckle. "As if anything could ever mean something to him."

"You may never know."

"Sure." I roll my eyes. "I'll talk to you later. I have to change. Time's ticking."

"Okay. Remember Ian and I will be there around eight."

"Just text me when you get here."

"Or that one's better. See you." She hangs up and I walk towards the front door.

I wonder what 2333 means to him.

"It can't be his birthday nor Billie's." I took my bag from the kitchen counter. "They just clocked twenty a few months ago."

I walked out and closed the door behind me. Billie was right. It is an automatic lock.

"It can't possibly be his parents' birthday. Mrs Sinclair is February, and his dad is September." I walked towards the elevator.

I don't know why I was even thinking about this.

"Maybe it's his first love date? Or when they broke up?" I shake my head.

No one would want to remember such a date.

I take in a deep breath. The elevator door dings and I walk in.

"Whose-" Wait.

2-3-3-3.

Shit.

"23rd of March, 2003." I shake my head and laugh awkwardly. "It can't be. He probably doesn't even know it. I'm sure it's just a coincidence.

Because there's no way on earth Christian would want to set his password with my birthday.