Dex x Reader : Sugar Crush

Chapter 1

Baking. That is what you loved to do most to cheer yourself up

It had been two days since you moved into your new apartment, you had said hello to most of your neighbours by now. You were making pancakes so you could suprise your neighbours with them, a way to make a good impression.

You walked over to your fridge and took the milk and eggs out before you closed the fridge door again.

Placing a bowl on the kitchen counter before you started to measure the flour you would need.

Suddenly the bowl moved a bit to the side and as you went to grab it, your hand brushed against one of the eggs close by, making it drop to the floor.

You stared at the mess it had caused on the floor in disbelieve for a second before you closed your eyes and cursed.

You grabbed some paper towels and started to clean up the mess. When you stood up a stinging feeling went through your eye.

Two months, that’s how long it has been since you last saw you ex-boyfriend. You felt the skin around your eye with your fingers, the swelling had subsided but the pain remained as the cut under your eye was still healing.

The last conversation you two had ended with him hitting you again, leaving you a with a black eye and a nasty cut under your eye. You knew you had to get out of there, away from him.

You threw the used paper towels in the garbage before you went over to the fridge to get another egg. When you opened it you realised there were no more left.

You closed the fridgedoor and resisted the urge to bang your head against it.

Great, and the store was already closed at this hour. You sighed and put on your shoes and a pair of sunglasses, perhaps your friendly neighbour would have an egg to spare for you ? You wore the sunglasses to hide the remaining bruises around your eye. The black eye might be gone but there was no mistaking that the bruises and the cuts were caused by being hit by someone.

You stepped out of your apartment and made your way down the hall before you knocked on the door of Mr. Wilkinson. It took a while before he opened the door, probably because he had some trouble walking because of his age.

He opened the door and you smiled at him sweetly “Hi, Mr. Wilkinson !” you said cheery.

He waved at the mention of his full name “Oh, please just call me Bob.”

You gave a quick nod “Sure, Bob. Look uhm.. I was baking something-”

“Oh! My wife loved to bake, bless her heart. But she wasn’t very good at it.” he winked at you and you laughed. “Sorry, you were saying?”

“Oh, yes. So I was baking, but then one of the eggs I needed fell and then I saw that I don’t have any more eggs left. I was wondering if you could spare me an egg ? I will pay for it or give you a whole box of them tomorrow.”

He looked at you with an apologetic expression “I’m sorry dear. I don’t have any eggs left either.”

“Oh, that’s okay Mr.Wilk- Bob. I guess I’ll just go and ask the other neighbours downstairs.” you shrugged.

He stopped you before you walked away “The Smith’s downstairs aren’t home tonight, I’m afraid. But the guy on the floor above is. I saw him come home a while ago.” he tells you.

“I see. I haven’t actually met him yet..”

“Then consider this a good reason to meet him.” he smiled at you as he closed the door.

You pondered the thought for a moment, meeting new people was still hard for you even now. While you and your ex were together he had managed to isolate you from your friends, and when you moved in, there was no one here that you could ask for help. It was the fourth time you had moved in those two months. Whenever you felt like you were no longer safe somewhere, you left. You should have left the city, hell, you should have left the country but you were not able to do that. He would know. You walked up the stairs to the next floor and looked around, not having been on this floor before yet. You walked to the door and hesitated before knocking.

Your ex had sure made you wary of all the evil the world has to offer.

You collected yourself and knocked, how bad could it be? You heard a chair move inside the apartment and soon after that the door was opened a bit.

Your eyes were met with striking ones, you didn’t expect the neighbour on the floor above yours to be so handsome.

“Uhm.. hi.” you were at a loss for words for a moment before you shook your head “I’m (y/n) (l/n). I moved into the building two days ago. I believe we haven’t met yet ?” you knew you hadn’t, you most certainly would have remembered if you had. You reached out your hand.

He nodded “Uh..Yeah.. We haven’t.” he looked at your hand for a moment before he took it in his and shook it quickly “Poindexter.” he introduced himself.

“I know this might be a weird thing to ask considering we literally just met, but can you miss an egg ?” you blurted.

He looked at you with a raised brow. Great, the hot guy in the building probably thinks you’re insane now. “I mean, I was busy making some pancakes but then I accidentally dropped one of the eggs and the stores are closed so I thought ‘hey! Let’s ask my new neighbours’.” you gave him your sweetest smile hoping he wouldn’t shut the door in your face. “Oh, and I forgot to say please… so please ?”

You were kicking yourself mentally at this point.

A feeling of relief washed over you when you saw him half-smile “Alright, wait here. I’ll check if my chicken has done their job today.”

“I thought they didn’t allow pets here ?” you obliviously asked. He turned back to you for a moment and then it hit you “Oh, that… you were joking..”

The small smile now turned wider on his face and he let out a chuckle “Yeah.”

He shut the door and you waited, you were a blabbering mess now. You rubbed your neck and groaned.

A few seconds later he opened the door again “You’re in luck.” he says as he holds out an egg for you.

You stepped forward and carefully took the egg from his hand “Thank you so much. You just saved my pancakes. I owe you one, Mr. Poindexter.”

“You’re welcome and.. call me Dex. Please.” he crossed his arms.

“Okay. I owe you one, Dex.” you held up the egg, quickly lowering your hand again when you figured how odd it must look “I uhm… Should get back to baking then.”.

He was looking at you with interest and it made you even more nervous, as if he was following your every move.

“Bye.” you waved and quickly turned around to head back to your own apartment, considering yourself lucky you didn’t trip over your own feet as well.