The Love of Lady Dimitrescu X Female Reader || One-Shots

The Neighbor from Across the Street

It was a maddening noise. The continual strikes at your door broke your concentration. You could neither read nor pay attention to your TV show.

You rubbed your neck, tossing your novel aside in a huff. Getting up from the couch, you stormed over to your grandma's oak door. You grabbed the round, white knob, twisting it in a hurry. You then swung the door open to face the obnoxious person who dared to interrupt your peaceful summer day. "Look! We're not interested in whatever you're selling! My grandma already has a vacuum that works just fine!"

Your snappish greeting failed to scare or deter the young girl, whose hair was as dark as a raven. Her stern expression hardened. "I'm not selling anything. What I want is for you to get your dog out of our yard! He's ruining our flower bed, and he's digging holes in every patch of grass he can find!"

Not appreciating her tone with you, you were tempted to shut the door in this girl's face. Who did she think she was to order you around and make accusations? "What are you even talking about? What dog?"

"There's a small dog in my yard!"

"We don't have any dogs!"

"It's wearing a collar. And I saw it near your house, too."

You crossed your arms across your chest. "When?"

"Just yesterday," the girl replied, mirroring your irritated mood. "I saw it sniffing around your picket fence."

You hadn't a clue what she was talking about, for you hadn't seen any dog in your yard as of late. "You know what?" You stared up at the taller girl, making a gesture for her to get off your front porch. "Show me the dog, and I'll prove to you it's not ours."

"Fine." The girl spun right around and made a beeline for the sidewalk. She then glanced both ways before crossing the road.

It then hit you: She was the new neighbor who lived in the house across the street from you. Your grandma had mentioned a family that had moved into the neighborhood at the beginning of the summer, but you were too absorbed in your projects at the time to care. Maybe that was why she was so grouchy, since she was unfamiliar with the community. You hurried across the street to catch up to her. So far, you were not impressed with this newcomer.

When she led you around her house and into her backyard, you understood her foul mood. Her backyard was a disaster. There were at least ten freshly dug holes you could spot, and you hadn't yet seen how spacious her yard was. Then you caught the culprit. A pup was burying its nose into one of her clay flower pots near her shed. "Little Louie!"

You crept over to him, knowing who he belonged to. But once he sensed you coming over, he wagged his tail and barked at you. He dashed around the shed, making you and the girl chase after him. Your dark-haired neighbor wasn't of much help, considering she kept scaring the baby with her booming, deep voice. "Catch him!"

"I'm trying!" You almost had the little guy until he bolted around the corner and trampled right into her mother's vegetable garden. The dog ripped out a carrot from the dirt, swinging it around like a toy rope. "Louie? Louie! Come here!" Crossing the interlocking black fence, you snatched him from under his belly and lifted him up into your arms. Since he had already chomped on the carrot, you let him keep it. You patted his head. "Okay, Mr. Louie. It's time to take you home."

Catching her breath, the girl came over to you, shooting daggers at the puppy. "Where did he come from?"

"He belongs to Gary, my neighbor from next door. I forgot Gary adopted him not too long ago. You'll have to forgive the old man. He struggles with memory loss, so he probably forgot to latch his gate."