America's Sweetheart and The Girl Next Door

Punching bag

You hadn't much money left, this is your first place of your own, so you hadn't hired any movers. Your parents were still kind of upset that you left, and were petty enough not to help you with your move because 'you're a big girl now' and 'you apparently don't need them anymore'. Fine than, you would do it yourself.

Only you didn't realize that there wouldn't be an elevator and you had to walk up three floors before you reached your hall way.

Box by box you brought them up, no neighbor had popped out there head and came to say hello or offered a hand.

You haven't even brought half of the boxes up, when you collaps on the stairs. Dramatically you sigh and grunt. You sit down for a few minutes and take some sips of water.

You're all sweaty and gross. You mentally prepare yourself for the rest of the boxes.

After walking the stairs a million times, you are finally done. You close your door and flop down on the couch. Your belly growls and you realize that you're starving. Lets spend your last money on a pizza. You call a random pizza place in the neighborhood and order a one.

30 minutes later the doorbell rings. With a lot of grunting and moaning you get up from the couch. You open the door and pay the delivery guy. He seems mad by the fact you tipped him almost nothing, but this was all the cash you had left.

You sat down at the couch again and enjoyed your pizza. You looked around your place and felt satisfied. Finally your first apartment. You're peaceful state of mind was interrupted by an obnoxious sound. Some kind of pounding that came from next door.

You hoped that it would have stopped after a few minutes, but that was not the case. You didn't know how much longer you had to listen to this and what it even was. So you decided to pull yourself of the couch and meet your new neighbor.

You knock on the door angrily. They probably can't hear you because of the pounding.

"Hello?!" you yell at the door.

The pounding stops and you hear footsteps coming over. You get a little nervous, not sure what to say.

The door opens and you stare at a broad chest in a white tight t-shirt. You look up into the face of a sweaty blonde man.

"Um hi, I'm your new neighbor." you stick out your hand.

The guy shakes it and states "I'm Steve Rogers. Nice to meet you."

You're not sure what to do next. You didn't expect someone so handsome, but you couldn't let his looks get in the way of your mission.

"I don't want to start off on the wrong foot, but could you maybe turn down the thing that you're doing?" you say it with a bit of hesitation in your voice.

Your new neighbor opens his door a little further as he looks back in his room. You take a peek and see a punching bag hanging. That's what's making the sound.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't realize you could hear it in your appartement. I'm so embarrassed, I'll take it down immediately."

If a guy looking as buffed as him, would say those exact same lines to you, you would think that he's being sarcastic. But something about his expression and tone of voice, makes you believe that he is sincere.

"No worries, I wasn't doing much anyway. You don't have to take it down, maybe we can work something out. If I'm at work I won't be bothered by it. And you know, I like listening to music, so if I know when you work out, I can just put on some headphones?"

"Of course not, I'm not going to let you wear headphones because I work out at home sometimes. I can easily go to the gym." he says as he smiles to let you know that it really is okay.

You smile back not sure what to say next.

"Did you move in today?" Steve Rogers asks.

"Uhh yes, just this afternoon."

"Did the move go alright?"

"Sure, sure" you lie.

"Well, welcome to the building uhh.. I didn't catch your name"

"O uhh Y/n Y/L/n" you say as you feel your cheeks turn red.

"Welcome to the building Miss Y/L/n."

"Thank you, mister Rogers" you say as you weirdly shake hands again.