Next Door || HAMZAH THE FANTSATIC

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐𝟑

Y/N

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I've reached the part of my story that I keep neglecting, seeing my parents again. This means, I'm going to Vancouver for two weeks soon.

Honestly, not the best way to start my 2025. 

For some reason, Lia's taking it harder than me. She's already established some type of timetable for us, as if we need to text each other every day.

 As for right now, she's meeting with me every chance she gets.

Still, I get why she's reacting this way. Aside from the times I've moved between Vancouver and Toronto, I don't travel much.

Besides that news, I have a date soon.

"What's the point of a third date? Just get together already," Lia says, handing me my drink with a pointed look.

I roll my eyes, taking a sip. "It's not that simple."

"Shouldn't it be easier since you guys literally live next door?" she adds, raising an eyebrow as if that settles everything.

I pause, considering her words before softly shaking my head. "But what if we date, and then... we break up?" I murmur, my voice lower than I intended.

Lia lets out an exaggerated groan, leaning back in her chair dramatically. "Okay but, what if you date and then you don't break up?" She counters. 

I hum as a response, not even sure what to say. 

"Come on, no more talking stages in 2025," Lia persists, I laugh as a response but she doesn't budge. 

"Okay sure, but I asked him out first. I'm not going to do it again." I cross my arms, she swiftly nods before sipping her drink. 

Before I can add anything else, my phone buzzes against the table, catching both our attention.

[ 5PM ]

Hamzah | You can choose the movie

Hamzah | I'll make dinner 👍

You don't seem like the type of guy who can cook... | Y/N

Hamzah | Ok rude

Can you? | Y/N

Hamzah | Uhh

Hamzah | No

You can choose the movie... | Y/N

I'll cook | Y/N

Hamzah | I feel like a passenger princess

Too bad I can't drive | Y/N

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

I watch Hamzah closely as he takes another bite, waiting for any sign that it might taste bad. He pauses for a moment, twitching just enough for me to react, before eventually raising an eyebrow with a small nod. 

"This is actually really good," he says, pointing his fork at me before going back to his plate.

I can't help but smile faintly, though his choice of words sticks with me. "What do you mean actually?" I ask, narrowing my eyes slightly.