Whoa.
Anne and I are sitting in Aimee's bedroom, watching Kate and Jack make googly-eyes at each other on LOST and enjoying Aimee's presence as she works on homework at her desk. Suddenly we hear a loud yell from outside our window followed by a loud bang and the sound of breaking glass. More yelling follows and we all jump up, Aimee looking out her window. More chaotic sounds continue, yelling and crashes, so Anne and I run towards the back kitchen door to see what is happening. It is dark outside (around 10pm or so) and we see a middle-aged man with thick glasses walking around right outside our door, in front of my car. He seems to be backing away from the apartments on our right. His long ponytail is covered by a red baseball cap. He sees us starting to open the door, and turns back towards us and tells us, "Someone needs to call 911."
Anne has already grabbed her phone and begins to dial while I try to ascertain what it is exactly we are calling emergency services for. Far to the right of the back parking lot, a car is parked in the alleyway. I see a younger man, in long pants, no shirt, and covered with tatoos around the front of the car carrying what looks to be a light fixture or a metal part of a lamp. He dissapears out of sight, but then my eyes look more carefully at the car and see that the entire front windshield is completely smashed up. Another girl with orange tanned legs to match her orange jacket and a round man with a white t-shirt appear a couple of minutes later out by the car. The man looks like he is on the phone with the police also. Anne is frantically trying to give what little information we have about the noises to the operator. Aimee and I decide we can't see enough, so we run upstairs and open my window from the second story to get a better look. From here we can see that all the windows of the car are smashed up. Police finally arrive and all three of us relocate to Anne's bedroom window, where we take out the screen and all lean out of the window watching the police take care of the situation. Several other neighbors congregate below us and we begin to talk furtively with them, exchanging stories. The ponytail man is back, and he knows most of the story.
Apparently, he came home to find the orange girl crying hysterically outside of the apartment she shares with now ex-boyfriend, because he had thrown all of her stuff out onto the street after a fight. She asks to borrow ponytail's phone to call a friend to pick her up. Enter white t-shirt, who pulls up in his car to presumably take the orange girl somewhere. Ponytail starts to help load stuff into the car, but white t-shirt is having none of this. He bangs on the front door of the apartment and starts yelling at ex-boyfriend inside. Ex-boyfriend eventually comes out and smashes the windows of the car. In a rage, white t-shirt opens his trunk and graps a golf club and goes after ex-boyfriend back in the apartment. Somehow things calmed down, and all three just waited for the police, orange girl and white t-shirt outside and ex-boyfriend out of site (presumably bleeding inside his apartment). Once the police arrived, we all went outside, trying to get a look at somebody in handcuffs so we would sleep better. We waiting 30 minutes or so, but got bored and so came back inside to finish LOST.
By the way, kate and jack at the end.... ::SWOON:: love it love it love it.
Now I get to write 8 more pages of my Peru term paper!
