Daisy-dotted Doc Martens

Chapter One

Note:

Hey guys, if you've read this chapter before, I've edited it and changed the point of view from first person to 3rd person. So basically only Jay's point of view will be first person, everyone else's will be told from a third person perspective. I read a book with this plan and found it quite useful. @Zwriter also pointed out that that 3rd person would be better, so thank-you for the comment, taking it into account now! (:

Jerome

Ugh… What’s that bloody noise?

Jerome opened his eyes, only to shut them immediately as the light invaded them. The music pounding in his ears was only heightened by the massive hangover he had from the previous night.

Groaning as he turned over in my bed, he reached an arm out for Danielle, but his hand came into contact with empty blankets. Cracking one eye open, he looked towards her side of the bed to see that it was indeed empty. His eyes darted over to the bright pink post-it she left on the bedside table.

Hey babe,

I’m going out to meet the girls.

Be back by 8.

Dani

Frowning at the post-it, Jerome pulled myself up to read it again. Danielle seemed to have been writing in a rush, the ink was smudged and the handwriting was untidy. Oh, well. She had been really busy lately, and he guessed that he couldn’t blame her for blowing off a Saturday with him to hang out with her friends.

‘Chicks over dicks‘, they liked to throw in his face.

‘C’mon c’mon, we’re accidentally in love…’

Who was blasting that shit at this hour in the morning? Looking over at the clock, he realized that it was only 8 am. Gritting his teeth as the sound went through his aching head, he managed to sit up on the bed. Time to deal with the noise.

**

It turned out that the music was coming from next door. Seemed like someone new had moved in. Without slipping on shoes, Jerome made his way to apartment number 12-06. No matter whether or not he was new, the ass had to have the common sense to know not to blast music at this ridiculous hour, He thought. People were trying to sleep, geeze…

He reached his arm out and knocked on the door, then folded his arms in front of him, hoping to look tough and angry. He WAS angry, but people often told him that he couldn’t be angry if he tried. He glared at the door, hoping that it wasn’t some large-built guy who would intimidate him and send him running back to his apartment. No, he wasn't a wimp, he just... Knew where he was disadvantaged. Really.

The door didn’t open. In fact, it just stayed as still as ever, as Jerome continued to glare at it. The music remained loud. He was starting to feel a little stupid, staring at a door. He knocked again, this time louder, but still no one came to the door. Was the guy deaf or something? When the third knock failed yet again to yield a response, he turned the knob to the door and pushed it open, with the utmost intention to give the guy a piece of his mind.

The sight that greeted him instead made his jaw drop.

Instead of a man, like he’d expected, there was a girl standing in the living room of the apartment. She was beautiful, to say the least. She was dressed in short boy-shorts and an oversized t-shirt, and her long red hair was messed up and thrown over one shoulder, making her look like she’d just rolled out of bed, but it didn’t make her any less attractive. In fact, it probably only served to make her sexier in his eyes.