I See You Now(J. Daniel Atlas) - A Now You See Me FanFiction

Chapter 2

I woke up the next morning at 6am. Not by choice, really, I was anxious for the meeting at East Evan Street. I reached over to my phone and turned on my morning playlist. While deep in thought, I got up out of bed, and wandered over to my dresser. I pulled open drawers, and pulled out a pair of ripped black jeans with white splatters, a black Fall Out Boy tank top, and a My Chemical Romance jumper sweatshirt, along with some underwear, socks, and a bra. I walked into the bathroom, and closed the door.

About 20 minutes later, I got out of the shower, dried off, and got changed. I rambled through my makeup bag, pulling out concealer, powder, blush, black eyeliner, mascara, gold eyeshadow base, and a few brushes. I applied in the same way I did every day; eyeshadow on top, thin, almost non-existent layer or eyeliner on top, thicker, smudged eyeliner on the bottom, mascara on all lashes.

While doing this, thoughts flew through my head. Will other people like me be there? Why me? What do they want? Is this a trap to get me mugged? Is a crazy fan trying to kidnap me? Should I bring my gun? The list of questions goes on.

After I finished with my makeup, I opened my mirror and looked at my jewelry. After a moment of looking and contemplating, I closed the mirror. "Nah, not today," I muttered. I walked back out, and grabbed the TV remote, and turned on the TV, which was in the corner of the room. I looked through my movies on Amazon, and eventually turned on The Devil Wears Prada. I know, I'm not much of a chick-flick person, but hell, I haven't watched it in a while. As the movie played, I paced around my room, grabbing a black pelt, my gun license, and my small handgun & holster, which were hidden in a safe in the wall, behind a guitar hanging on the wall.

After the movie finished at around 9, I walked into the kitchen. "Pancakes or waffles? Pancakes or waffles? Pancakes or waffles..." I asked myself over and over and over as I decided what was for breakfast. "I had waffles last time. Pancakes it is."

After I finished making my pancakes, I went into the living room. The sun shone through the window, causing the wooden floors to be warm where the sun hit them, which felt nice. I sat on the couch, set the plate on my lap and my coffee on the end table, and turned on Easy A.

After the movie finished up at almost 12, I washed the dishes and put them away, all while talking to myself, listing off the things I had to do around the house in case I have company. Probably not, but still. Just in case. "Clean off the pool table, dust, vacuum the bedrooms, put beer in the fridge," I rambled off to myself. "Wipe off the bar...I think that's it. No, wait, clean the bathrooms. There, that's it."

So I set off to the basement. The stairs down were in the living room, and once I went down, there was a room on the left and one on the right. The one on the left was my computer room, where I recorded and edited. The other room was the bar, that had 2 bedrooms and a bathroom attached to it. The bar was red granite, and shaped like a boxy fedora. Behind the bar was shelves built into the bar, some cabinets, a fridge, and 2 TVs, which were controlled by the same remote, a Harry Potter Wand Remote(I'm kind of a nerd, I know). There was another, much larger TV next to the bar, a black leather couch across from the bar, and a pool table on the end of the room.

After almost 4 hours later, I finished with everything I was supposed to do. Everything was clean, and I was ready for potential company. That's when I realized it was almost 4. "Shit!" I exclaimed, and I ran to the shoe room, grabbing my keys, the tarot card, my phone, and a pair of Fall Out Boy Converse, and ran out the door to the car. I put my shoes on as I drove, at stop lights and such. Once I reached the building, I parked in front of it. It was 4:37. Perfect, I was early.

I looked in the rear-view mirror. "Good God, is that what my hair looks like?!" I asked myself. I looked around the car, looking for a comb or something, a hat even. I found a brush in the glove box, and quickly ran it through my still-slightly-damp hair, before exiting the car, tarot card and phone in hand, and locked the doors. I don't trust anyone in this city. I entered the building. The interior looked old, smelled old too. I didn't mind, it smelled like my first apartment. There were pipes sticking out of the wall, and a set of stairs. I climbed them, and slid the car keys into my pocket, along with my phone. I walked down a short hallway at the top of the stairs, and at the end was apartment 6A. I stood in front of the door. I noticed on the door knob was a small eye engraved on the side. This was it. I grabbed the door knob, and twisted. Locked.