The mouse from upstairs kept running like a record on repeat. It was a loud,thumping, and throbbing mini rave that went upstairs. It was 1:00 in the morning. Who does that? Well this party does. He couldn't take it anymore. He shot up from his bed and turned on his lamp. The dull light began to eliminate his tire hazel eyes and his black curly hair. Charles quickly put on a jacket, covering his thin t shirt and sweat pants. He banged on the door,making it as loud as he can be. The three thuds sent a heavy noise through out the apartment. "Open Up!"