#writingsbychlo

You hated your neighbor Teddy.... Tim? Or was it Theo? Tyler? Toby? Ok, whatever his name was, you hated him. His apartment was 3B and yours was 3A which meant, his was right next to yours.

3B was the rudest, loudest, more obnoxious neighbor you had ever encountered, and that was saying a lot because the person who lived in 3E cooked fish every single day because of their diet and you would constantly smell it, even while you showered... but that still didn't disqualify 3B from being the worse neighbor in the history of neighbors.

Your college's apartment complex was cheap and growing old which meant lousy layout, poor water and heat, frequent black outs, arctic winters but what really tied the knot? the paper thin walls.

Every. Single. Day. Made you feel like you were at a rager. He would play ridiculously loud conga and party music that made you feel like you were standing right next to the speakers, floors vibrating and buzzing to the beat of the music making your decor and items fall of the walls. The parties would last for hours, days even and you could never get anything done. How did he even have the time for all of that? You didn't know.

The feeling became mutual when he complained to the front office about your door decorations and how they were distracting, after you complained about his loud music. The office didn't do anything but he did by leaving you a note telling you to "kindly piss off" with a little signature of his name written at the bottom in handwriting so sloppy that you couldn't decipher the word.

Your dorm mate Brenda was never home so she couldn't partake in the aggravation you held but when she was you made to tell her every detail of it.

Crowds of people would fill the hallways and would swarm you unintentionally, but that still didn't give you any less reason to elbow through the annoyingly large crowd. 3B would also get with loads of girls. You only knew this because you heard it. You were practically living next to a porno each night. The constant banging on the wall, the moans and pleads for the pain in the ass next door but for some reason no matter how many times you'd hear the girls moan his name, you could never find it in yourself to remember it.

You'd filed a complaint so many times that the lady at the front desk of the office eventually made a spot at her desk for you, where you'd study because of the neanderthals next door to you. The office only ever told him to quiet down each time and he'd do it for the smallest second but then continue with his shenanigans.

Right now screams of joy and laughter filled your ears as fucking Kanye West was blasting through the speakers. You were studying for your huge final this week and you just couldn't take it anymore, listening to it anymore made you groan loudly in frustration.

You slammed your hands down on your desk, ripped the earbuds out of your ears after trying to cancel out the noise and trudged through your apartment for your slippers. You walked by the door and quickly slipped them on after throwing the hood attached to your sweater, over your head.

Your plan was simple. Walk to his door. Knock loudly, hard and furious. Then proceed to yell at him at the top of your lungs. See the plan would be that simple... if you knew what he looked like. Which you didn't. You actually never met 3B but all you knew was that you hated him and his stupid parties.

"Fucking stupid Terry. Always fucking throwing a party. He's so fucking inconsiderate and such a piece of shit." You muttered lowly to yourself as you quickly traipsed through the dirty hallways and to his door.

Knocking fast and hard you huffed when you had to wait a few moments for someone to answer the door. "Hello?" A taller and slimmer figure with brown curly hair, soft eyes and reddish cheeks answered the door holding a red solo cup and a lazy smile on his face.

"Hi, uh... hi. I'm uh apartment 3A, next door neighbor and I have a serious test this week, is there any way you can keep it down?" You softly asked, forgetting the initial plan to yell at whomever showed up to the door first. "Yeah ,yeah! fo shoooo..." the boy slurred his words at the end and prolonged the word that was meant to be 'sure'.

"Thank you, I appreciate that."

You ended up going to the library that night.

They didn't quiet down, they actually got louder and they even started going to your apartment for resources, like the bathroom or fucking food. You about had enough, but you were too tired and drained out to even try and yell or scold anyone tonight.

You took your tote bag off your shoulder and placed it onto the chair next to you as you sat down. Taking out your laptop along with your earbuds and notebook. Looking everywhere you couldn't find your pen, and you knew the library didn't carry them since students began borrowing them and never giving them back.

The 24 hour library was relatively empty except for the librarian and one familiar looking boy. The boy had dark chocolate hair, honey speckled eyes and a concentrated look on his face. He seemed to be studying too. Taking your chance, you stood up, chair scraping lightly, and you trudged your way through the rows of tables to his. Standing upon him you admired the moles scattered across his face, and you guessed you had for too long when his voice snapped you back to reality. "Um, hi?" He said confused.

"Oh shit." You muttered lowly to yourself. "Hi, uh I was wondering if you had a pen? I'm studying for a test this week and my stupid ass forgot one." You said half humorously, trying to lighten the mood from the embarrassment you had just gone through from getting caught. "Oh. Yeah I have one, we all do it so no worries." He opened his black book bag on the floor and he took out a black ball point pen and offered it to you before snatching it back and eyeing you and your form for a minute, pointing the pen in you direction almost accusingly.

"You... you look familiar. Wait. Are... are you in my government?" Your eyes narrowed as you tilted your head, brows furrowing at the action until your eyes widen and your mouth went gape. "Oh! Yeah! Mr. Vince, right?" He nodded and the unknown tension in your shoulders faded quickly. "So I assume your studying for his test then?" He pointedly asked and you hummed in agreement and rocked back and forth on your heels, stuffing your hands in your college sweatshirt. "Yeah, pain in the ass, but I'm managing. Are you?" He snickered slightly as he nodded in agreement too, relaxing back into his chair, sinking slightly and stuffing his hands into his sweater pockets as well.

"Yeah, my roommate decided to throw a fucking rager so I had to remove myself and go here for it." He finally handed you the pen, as he turned his chair more to look up at your form. "God same. Well not same like 'my roommate is throwing a rager same' but more like my next door neighbor is and I just couldn't focus." He hummed in agreement and you both fell into a comfortable silence as you remained shuffling on your feet.

"Did you maybe uh... did you maybe want to study together? I mean the test is our final so I feel like we could both help each other out, you know? If you don't want to that's completely cool, I just figured-" he rambled slightly and you chuckled at his flustered state, cutting him off.

"Yeah, no, I'd um, I'd like that."

"Cool."

You moved to his table and you both quizzed each other and studied for the test for a good while.

"Alright, so if you don't like potato chips, then what the hell are you eating?" He asked. You both stopped studying an hour ago, but you fell into a great conversation that wasn't too deep or anything but just more or so casual, and now here you were. "Potato chips are boring. If I wanted to snack I'd eat ice cream or some gold fish."

His face scrunched up in disgust and he shook his head making a noise of disgust. "Bleh. You're a heathen, you know that?" He chuckled leaning on the library at table a bit and you nonchalantly shrugged, smirk evident on your face. "It is what it is." You both chuckled at your retort and your eyebrows furrowed as you checked the library clock, on the wall.

"Woah it's one, we're we here for that long?" The boy in front of you checks his phone and concentration is set on his face as he looked like he was trying to remember something. "Uh so I came in here ten minutes before you did, and that was at eight so... we've been here for like five hours." Your eyes comically widen and you scoff, not in a negative way but more in a shocked way.

"Well it looks like times up, I should get going. It was nice meeting you and I'll see you in Vince's Monday!" Before you could run off, the boy was already next to you, bag in hands and steps ready to be in sync. "What building are you in? The least I could do is walk you back, there's a lot of freaks on campus," he leaned in and his mouth moved closer to your ear, "and I'm pretty sure Leonard the custodian has a thing for young pretty girls." Fake fear laced in his voice and you giggled. "Oh, so I'm pretty?" You asked challengingly as you quirked an eyebrow up and the chocolate truffled hair boy eyes you up and down and plainly shrugs. "If it's one am, and no one is outside, then you're Leonard's best bet." You scoff, negatively this time, and you shove his shoulder walking ahead of him.

"I'm in 630 west wing, by the way!" You call out and he deeply inhaled and breathily sighs, licking his teeth as he watched you saunter off in front of him, out the door.

"Alright then, you're stuck in the desert, you can only bring two things, what are you bringing?" It was a long walk from the library to your dorm so he picked up conversation from the library outside quickly. "Easy. A hooked up RV, and a pair of underwear. The RV is already packed with heat, ac, water, and electricity so if I have that then I can drive away and get me some food. And the underwear is so I'm not dirty." Replying simply he looked at you with wide eyes, smirk evident on his face with a bit of shock as his mouth gaped. He rolled his eyes at you, a little playfully and you snickered.

"That's is so... that is so cheating!" He argued and you shook your head, lips pursed and eyebrows furrowed. "No... no I don't think so?" You giggled and he ducked his head down smiling, hands stuffed in his sweats. He stopped in front of your building and you did as well turning to face him, facing away from the entrance. "Well... here I am. Thank you for walking me." He nods and gives you a soft chuckle before responding, "this uh... this is actually my building too."

Huh. "Oh... oh, cool. Uh... we can walk in together... yeah, come on." You slightly rambled, a little surprised you had shared the same building but never seen one another. The boy nodded and walked up the steps holding the door for you, thanking him, you both walked in and you pressed the up button for the elevator. "You're up too?" He asked slightly frazzled the same way you were and you nodded trying to shake away the unknown nervousness.

Walking into the elevator you both shook against the old cage and he clicked the third floor and your eyes widened again. "You've gotta be joking..." you quietly muttered and he chuckled, false confusion set on his face. "What? You don't like me?" He laughed and you giggled and shook your head. "No! You're... you're great I just... we're in the same building but we've never seen each other which I find kind of strange, you know?" He nodded and made a noise of agreement and you relaxed against the metal box as soon as he did.

The elevator dinged and you waited for the squeaky doors to open and anxiousness took over your body, making your heart race. You didn't know why this made you so anxious but you were about to find out. Not walking too far you stopped in front of your door and he did as well and your mouths had never dropped so wide in your entire life as your eyes practically popped out your heads.

"3A..."

"3...B."

"This... wow. This is fucking insane. Um... I'm gonna- I'm gonna go." You quickly said, a little tired but a lot more shocked and the boy was about to cut you off before you quickly unlocked your door and slid inside, slamming the door and hitting your back against it.

The chocolate haired boy looked at the space where you were not even 10 seconds ago, and he took a deep breath and exhaled. As you did the same behind the door.

"Fuck.”

"Fuck."

The weekend past and you were dreading your finals this week. An entire week filled to the brim with tests, essays, and non stop studying. But more importantly you were dreading Troy... or whatever his name was.

You had stayed in your apartment all weekend and couldn't bare the thought of seeing him, he was the last thing on your mind to be quite honest. All you knew was that there was a special kind of hate that you had for him, that you were too increasingly tired to face now.

Heading into your first class, Mr. Vince's government, you walk up the steps of the room and found your name written on a post it note sitting on the the long table the chairs were attached to. 

Mr. Vince said last week all the students would have temporarily assigned seats, just for the test. You looked around your surroundings and checked the names near you, Alyssa, Aris, Faye, and... Thomas.

You set your tote bag down and began taking out everything you'd need for the next two hours to come. You took out your laptop, pencil, pen, notebook, and earbuds. Sorting them out on your part of the table you felt someone's bag graze your shoulder and you turned your head to the right, looking over your shoulder and you visibly gulped when you saw the figure in front of you. Sitting down next to you was Todd. Fuck you really needed to know his name.

He took out everything you had out and he finally turned to you, not realizing before who was next to him and he gulped.

"Um... Hi."

With shaky hands you waved at him giving him the most polite smile, which looked fake, that you could muster up.

"Uh.. I'm... I didn't know you were-"

"Yeah me either." You said blankly, referring to the neighbor situation last week. You a little annoyed at him. Ok a lot annoyed but you had reason. You had to deal with his bullshit all semester and now that he finally put a face to his neighbor next door now he was apologetic? You were upset.

"So you're Thomas..."

"That I am."

You simply hummed. Not ready or willing to deal with him or his attitude. Mr. Vince walked into the class, slamming his binder on the long desk he used and began talking about the test.

"Alright folks. You did this last year. Two hours for the test, no talking blah blah blah. I can't answer any questions but if you need to use the bathroom just raise your hand and I'll let you go. Once you're done the test you can lie your head down or read or something, just no cell phones, capeesh? Capeesh. Alright folks, begin!"

Not even 45 minutes in, your right shoulder was tapped and you got the mere whiff of fruit and men's cologne.

"Psst."

You knew exactly who it was so you brushed him off and rolled your eyes, adjusting yourself on your chair, rolling your neck trying to concentrate again. "Uh... Y/N. My... my computer died. Can I borrow your charger?" He whispered to you, and you assumed he read your name off the name tag but ignored him as peers around you began shushing him. "Let it get to 20% please, I was almost done, I'll give it back as soon as it dies, I swear." He pleaded.

He probably wasn't going to stop asking and the sooner he was done the sooner he'd leave you alone so giving him the charger wouldn't be the worst thing in the world.

You took the black chord out of your bag and stealthily handed it to him, hands brushing one another and your eyes slightly widening at the action. He profusely thanked you and swore up and down he'd give it back as soon as it got to 20%.

Over and hour had passed and you finished under an hour so you just laid your head against your chair, but you hadn't realized you fell asleep.

You woke up to Mr. Vince tapping you on the shoulder and telling you it was one, the test ending at 12:45 and your cheeks turned red. You apologized and he waved it off, saying it probably was a well deserved nap and you hurriedly grabbed all of your things and rushed back to your apartment.

You sighed as you fell deep into your plush couch next to your roommate Brenda.

"Nice to see you're home Bren. Did Gally's place not work out for you?"

She chuckled as you laid your head into her lap, letting her play with your hair. "Ha Ha. I decided I need led to go home and see my favorite roommate before anything but now that I've seen you, I'm getting ready to head out again. Finals finished early for me since my English teacher had to undergo surgery so I'm heading back to his place. Cool?" You lowly snickered to yourself nodding in response, fully expecting this from Brenda but not complaining none the less.

She replaced her lap with a couch pillow and placed it under your head and you sighed. "I love you and I'll see you this weekend ok?" You nodded and she walked towards the door, bag already packed and in hand.

"Wait...?" You paused. Did you seriously pack and wait for me to show up before leaving?"

She simply nodded and shrugged. "I couldn't be left awol, I had to see you." You playfully rolled your eyes and bid your farewells as she left the apartment.

A couple hours passed and scrolling through your phone wasn't enough to pass the time so you decided on a movie. Realizing the complex was silent you hummed to yourself. "That's a first." You said quietly. Never unpacking your tote, you took out your laptop and opened it up to find it dead.

"Fuck! Little bastard didn't give back my charger..." you huffed in annoyance, rolling your eyes. You went into your room and went into your dresser, where you kept your spare charger to find a sticky note that read,

'took the charger too. sorry bae, giving it back this weekend, ly <3'

"Little shit." You licked your teeth contemplating your next decision. You changed out of your school attire into a sweater and pajama pants and slipped on your slippers. Walking out your apartment, you walked a few feet and stood in front of the apartment you dreaded most.

3B.

Setting a rhythm on the door as you knocked the door flew open and you sucked in a breath. "What?" Terren- Thomas was standing at the door, shirtless, with joggers low on his hips. He seemed a little flustered he had to answer the door. "Oh shit, hold on." He held a finger up to you before you could reply to him and he ran into the back of his own complex and left the door ajar.

From what you could see his apartment was neat. The layout the same but just flipped around on the opposite side. He had nice decor, good looking furniture and pictures adorning his walls but before you could ponder further he came back with a grey short sleeve T- shirt on.

"Hey um... can I... can I help you?" He asked a bit breathlessly, scratching the back of his neck and gulping. "You never gave back my charger during government and I sort of need it back." His eyebrows furrowed, sound of confusion escaping his lips, as he moved his hand to scratch at the slight stubble on his chin and cheek. "Yeah I did. You uh..." he wanted to say something but it had felt like he was physically incapable of doing so.

"I, what?" You asked annoyed. All you wanted to do was leave with your charger and not deal with him any longer. "You fell asleep but I woke you up, and gave you your charger. I finished my test so I just sat there laying down like you did. You were still drowsy so without putting the charger in your bag, you set it down on the floor and when you did your eyes got droopy and you... you passed out on my shoulder," He said unsurely, afraid of your reaction. Your cheeks reddened, a bit embarrassed at the situation so you faked cough, trying to see if it made the tension dissipate... it didn't.

"I didn't want to wake you either so I just waited until the test was over to move you and I guess you slept a bit after, assuming that's why you're here." He quickly added. You felt... well you didn't know how to feel. You felt awkward and you also felt bad for bothering Thomas. It was just a mix of emotions.

"God, I'm a fool. I'm sorry for disturbing you, Thomas. And... falling asleep on you. I'll run back and grab it, thank you."

"Wait!"

Before you left to go back to the school building Thomas grabbed your upper arm and made you turn around, pulling you slightly back to him. "Oh uh... sorry. I uh, I've got mine here you can just borrow it. Tomorrow buildings closed for students so teachers can grade so no one should be in the building and if anyone is it'll be Mr.Vince and he'll probably keep it safe for you. And it's no worries, you didn't bother me or anything." He rocked on his heels anxiously which made you anxious. He held his hands in his pocket as he awaited for your answer on his offer.

"Yeah that'd um, that would be great, thank you." He waved you off and offered you inside as he told you he'd grab his charger and bring it back to you. Now you finally saw the inside of the rager house. It was nothing like you'd imagine it'd be. It was modern and clean, not trashy and messy. It had a home-y feel and it smelled like vanilla and pine. Thomas came shuffling on the hardwood floors, as he handed you his charger. "Here, give it back tonight, tomorrow, I don't care. I never use my computer except for school anyways, so it doesn't really matter."

"Your house is nothing like I thought it'd be."

You quickly mumbled, ignoring what he said initially and his eyebrows furrowed and his head cocked backwards, slightly taken aback.

"W-what?"

"You know with all the parties and people, I thought it'd be messy and unorganized.”

"Thanks?"

"No problem."

You both stood there for a minute, Thomas not moving but the longer he decided to stay there the thicker the unwanted tension became.

"I'm not the one who throws the parties, you know. It's my roommates. Newt and Mihno." He pointed out, which made you look at him with confusion.

"But... the people that come over or whatever always say it's your party, or like... when the uh... when girls come over and you guys... you know... they're always screaming for you." You nervously said, a little uncomfortable with the fact you spoke about his sex life aloud. You didn't know what to think right now but you knew you were beginning to feel terrible about the hatred you held for the boy.

"No one ever comes twice to the parties, so when one of my roommates throws the parties they use my name. They've gotten in trouble before by the dean for the parties so they stopped using their own names, and started using mine. Hence the uh... the screaming. I'm never here when they party. It gets too rowdy and I can't handle it, I usually go to the cafe on south bound or the library." He pointed out nervously.

"Oh." You were shocked. So profoundly that you might've thrown up. "So the note in the beginning of the semester..." for what felt like the 100th time that night, his eyes narrowed. "What... what note?"

"You... or I guess your roommates complained a about my front door's decorations after I complained about the noise about your parties-I mean their parties. And they wrote me back a letter telling me to kindly piss off or something." You chuckled lowly about the situation, it all seeming to silly now that you realized it. He licked his teeth, what you assumed was his way of showing he was thinking then his eyes widened.

"Ohhhh. The notes. Newt, Mihno , and I were drunk that night, and that was the night they last hosted a party with their own name. That night was hilarious." He said, reminiscing on the memory of his friend and him.

You chuckled remembering that night too, him joining you. "I remember, after the party shut down, we kept writing notes back and forth to each other and yours were so unintelligible I just gave up."

He moved to the couch and silently beckoned for you to join and you did. The both of you busting out laughing at the memory.

"Mihno tried writing how his dick would be a better Christmas ornament than the ones you had on your door. I took the note and threw it at him. He was the most fucked up that night." The both of you couldn't contain the loud laughter you shared and it had felt like a weight had been lifted.

You had a hatred for Thomas and you didn't even know who he was let alone what he looked like. He was the most down to earth person, you had found that out the night in the library, and he was funny and kept great conversations. But you still felt bad for giving him the cold shoulder all this time, and choosing to not hear him out.

"Um Thomas..." his laughter died down when he realized you had gotten serious and he gave you a look of confusion as he tilted his head. "Um Y/N...?" He retorted back, chuckling a little to himself but went back to his seriousness while you shifted on the couch, right arm on the back of it and legs folded beneath you to face him more. "I'm sorry about you know... all of this," You moved your arms to create a circle to emphasize the situation.

"I've been terrible to you. You didn't even do anything wrong and I gave you the cold shoulder. Now we're sitting in your apartment laughing our asses off... it just doesn't sit right with me that I'm enjoying myself and you had to deal with my bitchiness, so... I'm sorry."

He took his hands and placed them on top of your shoulders in a friendly way to reassure you and smiled softly. "Y/N, It's ok. It didn't matter to me. I mean I was bummed that our cool next door neighbor despised us but I couldn't do much about that. You didn't know that I didn't host the parties either so it isn't your fault, It's ok."

He just stared at you with such reassurance you felt confined in it. You smiled back with just as much enthusiasm and thanked him. You were glad that you both didn't end this on bad terms for the whole semester, and now you gained a friendly neighbor.

Newt and Minho then stormed in and bursted your bubble, as they trudged through the house. "Aye!!!! Tommy!" Newt exclaimed, noticing you on his couch he paused and nodded his head smiling. "...m'lady." Thomas looked a bit red cheeked and embarrassed, so he ducked his head down and scratched the back of his head to hide it. "Hey, you guys."

"Is THIS the infamous 3A?" Minho exclaimed as he made his way to sit between you both on the couch.

"I think they're tipsy so don't mind them. It's pretty normal." Tommy whispered to you before they could make their way over.

"I can tell." You giggled and he smiled at the sight.

Minho sat down in the middle of the both of you and laid his head on your lap and rested his feet on Thomas' while newt went into his own bedroom.

"Y'know this shank," Minho paused, pointing at Thomas with a grin on his face. "Told me sooooo much about you." He said with a dopey smile.

"Oh yeah? What'd he say?" You replied to Minho all the while staring at Thomas.

"The night he found out you were 3A he was so bummed. He said that he had just met the most pretty, sweet and funny girl ever, but found out she was our next door neighbor who hated us. Which by the way," he paused again to look up at you, as he lazily took your hands to put them on his head, indicating he wanted his head rubbed. "I'm terribly sorry about that. That was shitty and I'm sorry, sorry." Mihno rambled his slurred words and before you knew it your hands on his head put him to sleep.

"Alright I think we're gonna walk you out before he wakes up and asks for a hand job." Thomas joked, placing Mihno's feet on the couch as he stood up wiping his lap. You took his head and placed it on the couch, putting a pillow beneath it and ruffling his hair to give it more volume than you had it.

Walking you to your apartment stopped in front of your door frame as you unlocked the door and let yourself in, standing just a few millimeters away from each other.

"So, I'm pretty?" You asked, referring to the statement Minho made about you in Thomas' words.

"So pretty Leonard would be lucky to have you." He joked and you busted out in laughter.

"Um Minho, Newt and I are gonna have like this exclusive tiny get together slash party thing this weekend, would you maybe want to go?" Thomas asked nervously and you folded your arms over yourself and quirked an eyebrow up.

"Only if you promise we'll be quiet." You responded and Thomas laughed at that and you hear Newt pop out the door and reply with "Promise!" Which made you laugh even more.

In response to his offer you nodded your hand and you hear and Minho and Newt whooping in excitement.

"So this would mean you forgive me and we're not friends, yeah?" Thomas asked quietly, hope laced in his voice as he started with wide eyes.

"Yeah." You nodded your head, seeing where he was going with this.

"So truce?" He held out his hand for you to shake and you happily took it, soft smile plastered on your face.