I was done.I was done trying to be the good neighbor now. Why even bother? He was obviously not interested in improving our relationship at all. This was toxic, if you ask me. And I was tired of being in toxic relationship, I already just gave up the relationship I had with my parents, I wasn't ready to jump into another one. This love-hate was draining, even for me.
Weeeeeeeeeeee
I immediately dropped the broom upon hearing the kettle. I ran into the kitchen, slipping on the way due to my soft slippers. "Heavens sake! I'm coming!" I groaned finally taking the kettle off and turning the stove.
"And I thought I was the one with the anger issues". I jumped to my feet after hearing a voice speak by my door. After a few seconds of reassurance, trying to retrieve my breath, I saw Jackson standing there with his arms crossed whilst he faced me.
"Oh my gosh! How long have you been standing there!?" I said, still trying to breathe after the mini heart attack I had.
"Long enough to know how different your apartment is from mine", he widened his eyes after taking another look at the surrounding.
Ok, so my apartment was a little dirty, but so what? That just meant that I worked really hard.
I took a double look at him whilst he rolled his eyes around. God, why was this man so attractive? It was hard trying to keep myself away from him when he was this good looking. He wore a black t-shirt and matching sweatpants with grey socks. He didn't wear any shoes, considering how close we lived from each other. His hair was just as messy as ever, everywhere the place, but yet, messy hair was attractive from my perspective.
"You really need to stop staring, you pervert", he said, I looked at his face and realized that he was looking at me. I felt my whole body heat up before looking away.
"I'm not a perv, I was just wondering why you always wore black and had messy hair, that's all", I said making myself a cup of coffee. I wasn't even supposed to be doing that, but I knew that if I left, he'd leave, too.
I hault making the coffee before looking at the ceiling and wondering, why did I care anyway? I was supposed to be avoiding him.
"Why are you here? After the screams we exchanged yesterday, why are you here talking to me?" I faced him. He was staring at the floor, once he heard me, he lifted his head. After I got into his car, we never spoke the whole ride here. We were both too angry at each other and with ourselves.
He sighed, and it wasn't out of annoyance, it seemed like he was thinking of a way to explain whatever was going on in his big empty head that probably was black too. "I don't know, I just came, I have no clue why, but I did... and you wanted to talk yesterday, but we never had the chance, so can we do it now?"
I blinked multiple times, remembering what I told him the other day. That was dumb. What was I thinking? Oh wait, I wasn't thinking.
"Oh yeah, that thing", I laughed awkwardly rubbing my nape.
Think damnit, think! This isn't middle school! You're a grown ass woman!
"I need a drive", that's what came to mind.
"A drive? To where?" He asked with surprise. Believe me, I was just as surprised as him. A drive to where?
"Pumpkins".
Pumpkins?
"Pumpkins?"
Just go with the flow, Ally. "Yessss. Pumpkins. I need to buy and curve pumpkins for Halloween", I turned around, deciding to continue with the coffee.
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Assassin Zero
Ficção GeralAllison, an average twenty-three year old woman living in the city of Los Angeles as a cashier at a coffee shop finds herself with a twenty-five, strange, narcissistic but yet charming new neighbor and a twenty-eight kind, double personality, attrac...