Chase Atlantic One Shots

Keep it Hush-Hush

Words: 1316

Written: March 8, 2022

Summary: A boy lives in the apartment above Mitchel and he makes a lot of noise and Mitchel has put up with it enough.

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Mitchel groans as he flips himself over in bed. It's 2 am yet his upstairs neighbor is vacuuming his rug.

"Who the hell vacuums at two?" Mitchel covered his head in his spare pillow.

The satin sheet clings to the boy's bare skin as he readjusts himself. He pushes the pillow harder against his face as the sound continues. Soon enough the neighbor turns off his vacuum.

   "Finally!" Mitchel huffs as he throws the pillow to the floor.

He turns over in his bed and grabs his blanket, bringing it closer to him. In a matter of minutes, Mitchel is back snoring.

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Mitchel's eyes strain to open and he blinks away the blurriness. He looks at his alarm clock. In red led lights the clock reads "9:00 AM". A yawn escapes his mouth and he brings his arms out of the covers. He extends his legs and swings them to the side of his bed. They immediately touch the ground.

He stands up and looks at his bed. The mattress on the floor isn't ideal, but it's not bad. Mitchel bends over and adjusts his covers, pulling them back up. He glides his hand across the bed, smoothing out the wrinkles. He places his spare pillow next to his pillow being letting out another yawn.

The kitchen is filled with the morning sun. The white curtains don't withhold any light, but they're the best Mitchel can do for now.

Cold air blows against Mitchel as he opens his empty fridge. He moves the milk carton to the side revealing some leftover pizza and a package of salami. He sighs as he grabs the deli meat. The carton is promptly moved back to its spot in the center of the self as Mitchel uses his hand to slide it over. The boy sighs before closing the door.

Mitchel walks over to his cracked leather couch and sits down. He rips open the plastic to the packaged meat and places a thin slice in his mouth. The cushions bend and Mitchel presses against them looking for the television remote. Under the right cushion, the small remote is found and brought to the surface. The boy clicks the power button and the tv flashes bright colors.

The show Cops starts to play as Mitchel continues to eat his breakfast. On the screen, a police officer chases down the suspect, tackling him to the ground.

*SKRTTTTT*

Mitchel turns up the volume of the tv.

*SKRRRTTTTTT*

Mitchel sighs.

"I mean, what the fuck is he doing now?"

The neighbor continues to move a large object across the apartment. The loud scraping noise floods Mitchel's apartment. The thin boy sits on his couch as the noise above him continues.

"That's enough!" Mitchel jumps off the couch and quickly finds his slip-on shoes.

The black shoes quickly slide onto his feet. He pats his pocket, hitting the small metal key, before abruptly opening his apartment door.

The boy marches up the apartment complex's stairs. His heavy stomps echo throughout the stairwell.

Mitchel finds the next floor and steps through the doorway. He scans each door. 304. 305.

"306..." Mitchel huffs as he stands in front of the wooden door.

His fist pounds against the door. Each knock echos through the narrow hallway. the wooden door shakes with the impact of Mitchel's fist.