"you said you had something planned. I thought you meant you'd hit the town. Not stick your nose in that book."
"it's homework, also I would never do that."
"I know what it is. But isn't that art school supposed to be fun?"
"To stay and have fun, I have to keep up good grades in my regular classes."
"I guess."
Y/n's mom eyeballed the cereal she had yet to replace and sighed.
"Sit the book down and go take this over to the new neighbors house and while you're out run to the store."
She said whilst shaking the empty cereal box.
"That's how kids get kidnapped. They visit the neighbor."
"You're 21"
Y/n sighed and reluctantly got up to grab her shoes at the front door.
"What am I giving them."
"A ceramic Dish."
"When the hel—heck...when the heck. did you come up with that?"
"Don't curse in my house."
"You aren't gifting them food like you did the other neighbors."
" it was on sale and I saw it as soon as a heard an older woman would be moving into the house over."
"Yeah..."
"And don't run away as soon as you give it to her, introduce yourself. Heard she had a son.
"You trynna marry me off."
"Not if they moved into this neighborhood."
Y/n smiled at her mother's comment.
for years Y/N's mom has met all the new neighbors because of how extroverted she was. every now and then she had to force her daughter to join her. Growing up it was a pain in her eyes, but that's how she met her best friends.
Y/n skipped off the porch and started walking towards the house her childhood enemy moved out of. Terrance had nothing nice to say growing up. Probably doesn't have shit to say till this day. He even tried to run her over with his bike that one time.
She still has a scar from dodging it and rolling over in that ditch.
'Knock, knock.'
No doorbell yet. That must be alarming. Hearing a knock as soon as the moving truck leaves. She didn't need a tip. So she knocked again to clarify she was infact the neighbor and not a hard working delivery driver.
"Hello?..."
The door swiftly Swung open and she was not face to face with an older woman, gentlemen or even a small child. Instead she was greeted by a tatted up, dark haired, sleepy eyed young man. who looked just as confused to see her as she was to see him.
But she couldn't assume right off the bat that he owned the house.
While lost in her thoughts.
He took the time to look y/n up and down, then
At the dish in her hand.
"...uhhh is your mom home?"
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Brown eye'd Boy. - Birlap fanfiction
FantasyShe heard the rumors. heard his influence, his name was on the street's. His audience was abundant. His name Rang all of your bells "Parsons." And he so happened to be her new neighbor. Y/n a college student at your prestigious academy of arts, was...
