Girl Next Door

Chapter 1

"Are you ready y/n?" your best friend questions.

You met Marco during your first year of going to Republic City University. They pushed you down the stairs because you were being gay and staring at a pretty girl. You ended up landing in the pretty girl's arms so you were fine. Later (when you finally go to your dorm) you find out that they're your roommate. Yall have been besties ever since.

"Do you even have to ask?" you respond knowing damn well that you're just trying to test their patience.

"THEN OPEN THE GODDAMN DOOR!" they exclaim.

"Nah I don't think I will," you say while examining your nails.

"I swear I'm going to murder you," they promise.

"There's a waiting list buddy," you inform them.

"How many people are ahead of me on that list?" they ask curiously. Because they genuinely want to know the answer.

"At least 20 maybe more," you deadpan. Even though you are being completely serious.

"How the fuck did you piss off so many people?"

"Don't play dumb we both know that you know the answer to that."

"Can you open the fucking door now?" they plead. Even bringing out the puppy dog eyes.

"Ugh fine... what's the magic word?"

"You know what fuck you I have a key too. Bitch."

"Fine Fine I'm sorry!" you say as you slide the key into the lock.

"No, you're not," they state with a knowing glare.

"No, I'm not," you say with a sly grin.

"Bitch"

You roll your eyes as you slowly unlock the door. As soon as you start opening the door they shove you out of way and start running. You assume they're running to the bathroom because this dumbass forgot that they're lactose intolerant and decided to get a milkshake. Them doing that was part of the reason you decided to take your sweet time opening the door.

"THANK FUCKING GOD! TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH DAMN! I SHOULDN'T HAVE GOTTEN THAT MILKSHAKE, BUT WORTH IT," you hear them shout.

You chuckle and mutter "dumbass" to yourself as you enter the apartment and survey your surroundings. The apartment is a decent size with the living room and kitchen being separated by a counter and the two of you have separate rooms. The location is close enough to campus, the landlord isn't creepy, and no bad vibes. What more could you ask for?

A better roommate/best friend that's what.

You leave the apartment and head towards the U-Haul to start bringing the boxes in, as you wait for Marco to finish up. As you had just reached the top stair this bitch (aka your roommate) grabs the box and pretends to be helpful only to push you down the stairs with a shit-eating grin on their face. Two thoughts are running through your brain at this moment: 1.) this bitch is going to kill me this time, how are they gonna pay the full rent? 2.) there's a hot person at the bottom of the stairs that is the definition of my type. Knowing them it was probably both.

You yelp in surprise and betrayal at the person who was supposed to be your best friend as you fall down the stairs. You had already accepted death when you feel your back hit something solid and arms wrap around you in an attempt at keeping you from hitting the ground.

"Are you okay?" you hear a deep yet feminine voice ask. You slowly open your eyes and see the most handsome woman you have ever laid your eyes on. She had black hair that was pulled into a braid, thick perfectly manicured eyebrows that were scrunched up in concern, gorgeous forest green eyes that were lined with perfect eyeliner, a beauty mark right under her eye, a very cute nose that suited her face perfectly and lips that look very soft. She quite literally took your breath away and breathing got harder to do as you realize that she was still holding on to you.

"I'm gay," you say, quickly realizing what you said you quickly try and fix your slip up, "I MEAN yes I'm okay thank you so much. I'm so sorry about what happened ma'am. My roommate has a tendency to push me downstairs when I least expect it, and it seems that they were trying to make good on their earlier promise of murdering me," you try to apologize and hope she didn't hear you (even though you said 'im gay' loud and clear". You hear her chuckle in response. That's when you realize that you are still in her arms. You successfully manage to stand on your own feet, but this mystery woman keeps a comforting and stabilizing hand on the small of your back. As she turns to face you, you feel her hand leave your back only to land back on you but your shoulder this time.

"Are you sure? Your face is looking a little red," she questions. Her hand lightly squeezing your shoulder. You didn't even realize that you were blushing, and the shoulder squeeze with the fact that she pointed out your blush just made you turn even redder.

"Mhm, thank you so much for catching me. My face is probably red from the fall. You know falling down a flight of stairs would do that, hehe," you try to joke, but that was lame as fuck "I don't know what would've happened if you were there. I probably owe you my life."

"How about you take me out for dinner sometime and we call it even," she suggests, as she removes her hand from your shoulder. You instantly miss the contact.

You nod and reply "that sounds perfect. Any chance I could get your number so we can make the plans?"

"Only if I can get your name," she grins. That fucking grin almost killed you. Her voice almost killed you. Everything about her is so perfect that you have to remind yourself constantly in this brief interaction to fucking breathe.

"My name is y/n. Now can I get your number please?" you borderline beg.

She continues to grin and pretends to think hard on the answer. "That can be arranged, but I think I want yours instead," she answers. She pulls out her phone and hands it to you as you add your contact to her phone. "I'll text you later," she says with a wink as she starts to walks away.

"I look forward to it," you reply. Then you realize that you never got her name. "Wait! What's your name?" you question as you catch her arm.

She turns to you, smirks then replies with, "You can call me Kuvira."