Blows on the wall

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He raised his hand, waving it a little in the air, waving goodbye to Quackity from his balcony as he rode away on his motorcycle.

He let out a long sigh, he was very sleepy, maybe he should try to fall asleep.

He went back into his room, closing the curtains a bit to let in some light and wind. He sat down on his bed, taking off his shoes and putting his feet up.

Now lying down, he brought a hand to the wall where not long ago someone on the other side had been playing in that very spot. He frowned, tapped about three times, and said aloud.

-I hope you'll let me sleep this time.

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A sound traveled from George's balcony to his ears, something like a whistling sound that tried to imitate a song.

A yawn escaped his lips and soon his eyes slowly opened. He had slept well enough and with that whistling sound only made him follow the song in his head, though a bit of curiosity came over him, he sat upon the edge of the bed and stretched his limbs.

Rising slowly, rubbing his eyes as he began to walk towards the balcony curtains. He ran his fingers through the fabric, dragging it aside to leave. Soon the cold wind touched her still-warm skin, sending a chill through her body.

The sun had already set and now the moon was present How long had I been asleep? He put his hands on the cold iron railing and looked in the direction where the whistling was still coming from.

A balcony with a wall with sketches and paint half splattered all over it. An easel with a small canvas in the center with blue flowers, the paint looked like it wasn't dry yet but, to George that sure looked good, he didn't know much about drawing or painting if he was in his place he would have stuck to sticks and balls and still been proud of what he did.

His body tensed as he heard his neighbor whistling again, but this time his back was turned to him so he could no longer appreciate his painting.

A few minutes in total silence and out of nowhere, he threw the painting into his room, hearing several things fall, hitting the wall hard.

George was confused. He took a closer look at the figure of the one he now knew to be blond. Maybe he had shitty luck or was just stupid, for some reason, there was a small mirror where the sketches were and if that wasn't enough, their eyes met through the mirror. Lemon and chocolate, strangely their looks gave off something bittersweet.

But all that was ignored, a flush of red flooded his face in embarrassment, realizing that maybe he looked like some kind of stalker, he quickly walked back into the apartment, closing the door behind him, next to the curtains.

He felt a little weird, she has pretty eyes, pretty eyes like..... Chocolate? He went back inside taking a pencil and paper, now, for some reason he felt inspired.

It had been years since he had felt that bittersweet feeling, maybe he didn't recognize it anymore, he never realized what was going on.

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