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The Boy Next Door - A Toby imagine

Being home was one of the best feeling ever. Especially after a long hard day at work, all I wanted to do was relax watching TV. I had changed into my favourite pyjama after taking a long bath while listening to music. I put on my fave movie and made myself some pop corn. I pressed play and enjoyed the beginning of the movie. I was laughing alone in my living room on a Saturday night. What a life. But I didn’t care; it felt good to be alone sometimes. I wasn’t feeling guilty or anything.

I pressed paused to go to the bathroom and when I came back I heard noise in the hallway. I walked up to the door and saw my neighbour, half drunk, trying to open his door. I didn’t have a good relationship with him due to the fact that we always argued on how loud he was and I didn’t really like him because of that. But that didn’t change that he was hot. I just hated it when things like that happened.

I opened the door and I didn’t know why I did that. He could open his own door. But I guess I was too nice to let him sleep in the hall and I’d have to hear him snore the whole night if I didn’t get him inside. And I know that because it had happened before.

“Hey pretty lady,” he smiled at me. I pushed him over, being anything but nice. “Where are you keys Toby?” I looked at his jacket and found his pocket. I put my hand in his jacket’s pocket to find the key. “Here,” he said holding the key in his hand. He was such an ass.

“Give them to me,” I asked nicely, trying to be polite. I tried to take them but he didn’t let me. “You need to be faster,” he joked. I sighed. “Give me the key,” I ordered him. He laughed. Oh God he was drunk. “I like it when you’re angry.” I rolled my eyes. I tried to take the key from his hand again, stepping forward.

“You’re really close now.” I could feel his breath that was mixed with beer. I looked him in the eyes. “I know,” I paused, “Now give me your damn key.” I was about to lost my politeness. “You need a password.” Oh God, really Toby?

He smiled. I thought I never saw him smile because the only time I saw him was when we talked about how loud and impolite he was. “I don’t…” I didn’t even finish my sentence; his lips were locked with mine. A simple little kiss. What was happening? Why Toby was even touching my lips…with his?

“That was the password,” he smiled. “You’re an awful drunk person,” I said harshly. He give me his key and I gladly took them so this would be all over and I could go back to watching my movie. I unlocked the door and opened it. “There you go.” He stood there, fixing me and it was getting creepy. He finally decided to walk but instead of walking in, he walked closer to me. Again, I was facing him.

And he kissed me again. And I gave in this time. I locked my arm around him as we walked in his apartment. Guess my movie was gonna wait after all.