"I think it's c." I said.
"I agree." Changmin marked up his paper.
"You know sometimes I wonder if Mr. Cha is trying to kill us with these homework packets." I said.
"Honestly I think he might be," Changmin chuckled.
"Argh! I don't want to do this," I threw my pencil down.
"We have to," Changmin said, still writing. He had his black framed glasses on, and as usual we traded phones with one another so we could stop each other from procrastinating.
"No please lets take a break." I pleaded.
"Jo we started like twenty minutes ago!" Changmin glanced at me and then continued writing.
"Please."
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Two more pages then we walk to go get coffee." I held my hand out.
Changmin paused his scribbling for a second. "Deal." He shook my hand.
And so we did two more pages, then he convinced us to do one more because three was a better number than two.
Just when we were finishing up, a really loud static sound jumpscared us both. Changmin let out his high pitched shriek which is always more shocking than the actual scare.
"What the hell was that?" I asked.
The answer came as loud music began to blast from somewhere outside the house.
"Is that Sunwoo?" Changmin asked.
"It must be," I said.
We sat there for a minute, and the obnoxious rock music continued on.
"Well he sure does have different music taste than us." Changmin said, emphasizing the us. As in, we had a friendship that Sunwoo and I would probably never have.
I gave him a look of 'be nice'
We tried to finish the page but it was so loud to the point where neither of us could hear each other speak.
"I'm going over there." I put my pencil down.
"Please do." Changmin said, rubbing his forehead of a headache. The two guys couldn't be more opposite from each other.
I slipped on some converse not bothering to tie them, and I marched down the driveway to the house next door.
I cleared my throat and knocked on the door.
When nobody answered I rang the doorbell.
Just as I turned around I heard the door open, a rough voice spoke.
"Who's there?" The voice said.
I turned around, knowing that it wasn't Sunwoo.
It was his dad. His hair was long and unkept, he clearly hadn't showered or shaved in a while and he had a beer bottle in his left hand.
"What do you want?" He asked violently.
"I-I was just wondering, um, the music," I said cautiously, taking a step back.
"Are you afraid of me?" His dad asked, watching my steps.
"No," I stood straight.
"Your face says other wise." He said. "Come closer."
I was afraid what would happen if I didn't so I stepped closer to him.
"Closer," he said.
I was a foot away from him now.
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The Boy Next Door
Fanfiction"Sometimes you don't need to feel sparks with someone, sometimes it's dangerous. Maybe it just needs to feel right, you know?"
