I walked back to my apartment, resting the towel on my shoulder.
"Do you need me to take that?" A voice rang from the end of the hall.
I swiftly turned around to be eye to eye to Dan.
"Oh hey, Dan. Um, I mean you don't need to. I don't want you to go all the way back to the pool to put it away." I said flinging my black brown hair over my shoulder.
"No, no. I can just put it in my laundry." He pointed down the hall, towards the apartment doors.
I sighed, "Sure." I took the towel off my body and handed it to him.
"Thank you. See you later, wait. What is your name?"
"Francesca Adams."
"Ok," he thought for a second,"Frankie. I'll talk to you later." He smiled shyly.
"Frankie? Really?"
"Yep." He giggled, smiling.
"Okay, fine. Dan Towel."
"Good God. Bye." He laughed and walked past me, heading for his room.
I turned away, heading to my room when my thoughts were interrupted by his British accent.
"Oh and um, Frankie?"
"Yeah?" I said, my eyes set on the key of my door since I was having trouble opening it.
"I would appreciate you to not bang on my walls."
My eyes went wide as I saw his foot slip through the door frame of Apartment Thirty-Nine.
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Apartment Thirty-Nine ~d.j.h~
FanfictionFrancesca Adams, the dreamer of apartment thirty-eight in Pine Acres Apartments is interrupted on a daily basis by the classical piano booming through the thin walls of her room neighbor and also towel boy, Dan Howell.
