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A/n: Hello all! It's been a while, but I'm still lurking about. I heard that Jimmy was back on the table for the Rangers a few months ago and started this, with endgame in mind that he'd be back and NOW HE IS. I decided to do chapters so it's easier to consume. We're clocking about 35 pages currently. It's about 90% completed, so the subsequent chapters should be up fairly quickly. This is 100% self-serving. I wanted a disgustingly long will-they-won't-they, friends to lovers, so I had to do it my damned self. Stop by, say hi, stay awhile; I read all comments, tags, messages etc- so don't be shyyyy!) Please check out my Masterlist (I finally made one!) if you want some more content :)
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August 2017
âPIVOT!â a decidedly male voice shouts from down the hall. You almost laugh, but itâs 8am on a Saturday and you donât really want to commit to being fully awake quite yet.Â
âDude, that was not funny 2 floors down, and itâs even less funny now-â still male, but another voice answers back.Â
It seems like Stella, the building manager, has finally found someone to let the large three-bedroom at the end of the hall. Itâs been vacant for the whole summer, which was nice. The floor only has 2 other 1 bedroom apartments, so itâs been you and Mr.Callahan for the better part of 3 months. Heâs a septuagenarian and hardly makes any noise, so it's been akin to having the entire 4th floor to yourself and it's been too short-lived for your taste.
To say you were delighted when the last tenants moved out is an understatement. You havenât had to vie for the elevator, wake up to any loud music, or have a sneezing fit- which aroused your suspicion of a contraband feline residing nearby. Youâre sad to have it come to an end, but maybe theyâll quiet down once they move in.Â
Rolling over, you wedge your face in between your pillows, successfully blocking the sound and falling back into a gentle doze.Â
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Two weeks later, youâre sitting on the rooftop deck, lounging like a dog in the sun, sipping an iced-coffee from the cafe down the street and reading a magazine when the rooftop door opens to a boisterous duo, mid-conversation.Â
âBrady will do it again this year. You watch. No way he retires, heâs got too much left in him. Guyâs an animal-â theyâre both tall, but the sandy haired one is loud, clearly from Boston- his Râs dropping at the end of his words, making âYear,â sound wrong to your ears, attuned for New York City.Â
âIâm not doubting him, man. Heâs just getting up there,â they sit at the table next to you, clad in swim-suits, clearly about to use the pool- the paint is chipped and worn, but the water is crystal blue and chlorinated enough that even the unwashed masses of the city canât sully it. The small pool is your favorite perk of the aged building.
Hiding your eyes behind your sunglasses, you size them up. They're young, likely in their twenties and they're both fit as hell, thick and muscled. Not a bad sight, but you'd hate to leer, so you go back to your magazine, only half paying attention to the chatter next to you as it moves from sport to sport before they finally walk towards the water.
It's cold, you know it's freezing, which is why youâve chosen to tan and not float around in the water. One of the kids in the building had an accident in it last weekend; it had to be drained and cleaned and it hasn't had the time to warm up yet. It seemed almost silly to refill it now, since there's barely two weeks left of summer, but who are you to complain?
âJesus Christ!â You canât really hold back the laughter even though you try, so a choked snort makes its way out despite your best efforts. The sandy haired one is only in the water up to his knees and the darker haired one hasnât even started his descent down the pool steps yet, and you donât want to be the creep eavesdropping and gawking, so you pull your magazine up a little higher over your face to hide.Â
âYou could have warned us! Itâs fuckinâ ice cold,â he retreats up the steps and sits back in his chair on the deck. âIâm Kevin, I just moved here. This is Brady.â Kevin sticks his hand out to shake, and you drop Cosmopolitan onto the wire table in front of you to meet his grip.Â
His handshake is strong and warm. âHere, New York, or here, this building?â you ask after giving him your name. Brady leans in after Kevin, hand outstretched, so you shake his too.Â
âThis building. Iâve been in New York a couple-a years now. But we just moved to this building a few weeks ago. Weâre down on 4; us and our buddy Jimmy.â You nod and tell him youâre on 4 too, but then his phone rings and itâs Jimmy and he has pizza. They invite you down to eat, but you decline, wanting to soak up as much summer as possible before the weather turns biting and fallâs crisp air rolls into the city.Â
âNice to meet you! Weâll see you around. Donât be a stranger!â They wave jovially as they continue through the rooftop door. They seem nice enough. Saving your magazine from the condensation sweating down your coffee cup, you pick up where you left off - âHow to Find a Normal Dude on a Dating App,â and wonder how they can possibly pass the same garbage off as something new each month.
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Itâs 2 oâ clock in the morning, according to the glance you give at your way-too-bright phone, and you hear the scraping of a key in your lock. Itâs scary because your building is generally safe, and you can count on one hand the number of people who have a copy of your key- Stella the building manager, your elderly neighbor Mr. Callahan, and one ex who you ended it with over 6 months ago. The latter is the only one that makes sense since you know Stella leaves by 8pm each evening and Mr. Callahan is in bed shortly after his early-bird dinner at 4pm.Â
If it is someone with malicious intent, theyâre certainly not trying to sneak in, theyâre cursing loudly and wrenching the knob that refuses to turn. The console table next to your front door houses your keyring, equipped with a small can of mace, so you grab it before checking the peephole.Â
âKevin are you fucking kidding me?â You unlock the door and yank it open to Kevinâs sleepy face on the other side. His eyes are droopy and his smile is lopsided.Â
âHeyyyy, what are you doing at our house?!â Youâve seen Kevin around often since meeting him and Brady at the pool a few weeks ago. Heâs always coming to or from the gym, or grabbing take-out, or the bar- which is probably the case right now. Kevin is good people, so you canât find yourself getting too mad at the disturbance.Â
Pocketing your keys in your robe, you join him in the hallway. âThis isnât your house, you dweeb. Itâs mine,â he looks slightly confused before spinning around in the hall at his surroundings.Â
âI see the problem now,â youâre not sure that he actually sees much of anything, since he looks a little worse for the wear right now, but he looks down to the floor before smiling back up at you, âyour doormat should have tipped me off⌠we definitely never bought a doormat.â
Heâs wobbly at best, so you grab him by the elbow and steer him towards his door. âYour boys home? Whoâs going to tuck you in, bud? Make sure you have some water and get to bed okay?â Kevin is having a hard time with his keys, so you take the tangled ring and try a few before giving up and knocking loudly.Â
âHey!! I have something that belongs to you!â Kevin giggles and rests his forehead against the wall next to the door.Â
The locks on the other side make a metallic jerking noise before the door is yanked open. You assume itâs the elusive 3rd roommate, Jimmy, since itâs certainly not Brady. Kevin has mentioned him in passing, but your paths havenât crossed yet in the few weeks since theyâve moved in.Â
He sighs and steps out into the hallway to get a look at Kevin. âYouâre kidding me. How did you even make it home?â
âHe didnât,â you interject, âwell⌠he made it to the building and then he tried to get into my apartment. Damn near maced him. He scared the crap out of me.â Jimmy seems to notice you for the first time.Â
He looks a little sheepish when he responds, âIâm so sorry, heâs harmless really. Just drank a bit too much, Iâm sorry he woke you up. Weâre still pretty new to the building, he must have been confused.â
You smile, âItâs okay. I live down the hall and we met a few weeks ago. Good for him actually⌠itâs bear mace, so...â Kevin is still leaning heavy against the wall when you look over at him.Â
âOh, yeah- Brady mentioned you, I think. (y/n)?â Jimmy leans against the door jamb, arms crossed, and smiles- warm, like itâs not an inconvenience for you to be knocking on his door dragging an inebriated friend home to be taken care of.Â
âThatâs meâŚâ you pause, not really wanting to get into a conversation at this time of night, the siren song of your soft bed and warm covers calling you back, âDo you think you can give him some water? Maybe some aspirin and make sure he gets to bed?â
Jimmy nods slowly as you talk, before the words seem to land and he nods more vigorously. âOh, yeah of course⌠I am sorry, though- again. Thanks for getting him home, I got him from here,â he pulls Kevin over the threshold of the apartment, but doesnât follow him down the hallway yet.Â
âIâm Jimmy, by the way- nice to meet you and thanks again for not pepper spraying Kev.â You step one foot backwards, still looking in Jimmyâs direction.Â
âAnytime, Jim. Make sure he survives the night.â
Jimmy smiles and salutes, âYou got it. See you around, (y/n)â with one last wave, he closes the door and you finally head back to bed, knocking out as soon as you hit the pillow.Â
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Sunday morning you sleep in until 10, you feel like youâve earned it after your night was interrupted however, Sundays are also for cleaning, so while your coffee is brewing, you pick a playlist on your phone and turn it on, loud enough that you can hear it throughout your apartment, but low enough to not bother Mr.Callahan through the thin walls.Â
Youâre halfway through cleaning out your fridge, dumping expired items into the garbage pail and making a grocery list for things to replenish, when thereâs a sharp knock on your door. Itâs not like youâre expecting company, so you glance at the mirror in the bathroom to make sure youâre decent before checking the peephole and opening the door to Jimmy.Â
âGood morning,â youâre cheery, invigorated by the 2 cups of coffee youâve downed so far and the adrenaline from being productive pumping through your veins. Â
He has a brown paper bag in his hand, and he smiles, a small blush high on his cheekbones, and you can tell heâs much more reserved than Kevin, who is gregarious, loud, and boisterous each and every time youâve bumped him since the very first day you met.Â
âUh, hey. Good morning. Hope Iâm not bothering you-â he pauses and looks for permission to continue. You didnât notice last night, half asleep and bleary, but he has the same accent as Kevin and you peg him as a Bostonian as well.Â
Shaking your head you assure him, âNot at all. Itâs daytime, thatâs typically when visitors are expected. Let Kevin know, I donât think heâs heard.â You smile and he huffs out a small chuckle.
He hands the paper bag over to you. âJust wanted to thank you again for being so cool about last night. Kev had a rough week and he felt like shit this morning when he realized what happened. Heâs still sleeping it off, but just a little peace offering.â
The bag has the logo of the cafe down the street, where you frequently grab coffees and breakfast when youâre running late for work. âI just grabbed some bagels and a bacon, egg, and cheese. Heard thatâs the way to a New Yorkerâs heartâŚâ he stops awkwardly as you unroll the top of the bag, and peer inside, âYouâre not a vegan or anything are you⌠I didnât even think about that. Hope itâs oka-â
âItâs great, Jimmy. Did you want to come in? Thereâs a ton of food here and I just made a fresh pot of coffee.â You step to the side and hold the door open, giving him a clear path into the house.Â
He smiles again, it lifts up higher on one side of his mouth. âOne cup canât hurt I guess,â he steps in past you, nose leading him to the coffee pot on the counter.Â
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Jimmy stays for a few hours, heâs easy to talk to, quieter than Kevin, but you can immediately tell heâs got a sharp wit and it comes out the longer he sits in your kitchen, hat backwards and refilling his cup whenever it gets low. You start off talking about Kevin over your bagels and coffee, before devolving into how they know each other (distant cousins who grew up in Boston- you were right about the accent), and then heâs happy to talk about back home, opening up a little and telling you all the best spots in town, âIâm a local, so you know theyâre good. You canât go off google, thatâs not authentic,â and defending âDunksâ against all other coffee in the known world.Â
âAn extra extra? What the hell is that?â Youâre topping off his coffee, grabbing the sugar canister off the counter and putting it on the table in front of him.Â
âExtra cream, extra sugar. Why, what do you call it here?âÂ
âFucking disgusting?â You laugh at your own joke, adding milk to your coffee, âLight and sweet I guess? Tell me something else in Boston.â His posture is relaxed as he leans back in his chair and starts talking about the Harvard Library, of all things.Â
Youâre happy with how Jimmy opens up sitting in your kitchen on a Sunday morning- chore list forgotten with both of your dishes sitting in the sink. You havenât felt self conscious for one second even though youâre in your pajamas, hair in a sloppy bun on your head as you compare childhoods in the largest cities on the eastern seaboard.Â
The conversation has turned to Game of Thrones, and heâs putting up a pretty good argument for you to start binging it, âI swear itâs like a movie every week. The production value is incredible,â when thereâs a knock on your door.Â
âMore people have knocked on this damned door in the last 12 hours than have in the last 3 years. Sorry Jim, one sec- let me see who that is.â Itâs equal parts surprising and unsurprising when you see Kevin on the other side of the peephole. The easy choice is to let him in, turn back around, and walk him to the kitchen as he stammers out his apologies, trailing behind you.Â
âJimmy apologizes better. He brought food,â You take your seat across from Jimmy at your small kitchen table again, as Kevin looks visibly shocked to see Jimmy there, one eyebrow making its way up in question. Jimmy immediately turns bright red when he meets Kevinâs eye.Â
He makes himself at home, leaning against your counter and opening up the paper bag before selecting a bagel. âButter in the fridge?â you nod and he helps himself. âI was wondering where you went, bro. Iâve been up for hours and you havenât answered one text. I was about to head to the gym to look for you.â
Picking his phone up, Jimmy grits his teeth, âAh, sorry. Time got away from me. I was supposed to be training, but I stopped by to apologize- for your dumb ass by the way- and we got to talking, I didnât check my phone.â
âIâm sure you didnât,â Kevin tells him itâs no big around the bitten off hunk of bagel wedged in his cheek. âYou got plans today, (y/n)?â He chews heartily before you shake your head no, and Kevin lists off about five things that he wants to do, clearly no longer plagued by a hangover. Jimmy meets your eye and you shrug.Â
âSure, let me get ready.â You havenât had a friend in the building before, but it feels a lot like you just made a few.
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