Right Next To You [StingLu]

Chapter 2

Chapter Summary

Sting's speakers broke...

Chapter 2

"Why don't you request a transfer?" Levy, one of Lucy's best friend suggested. She was currently patting her friend in the shoulder who was silently groaning and complaining about her miserable sleepless nights in her new apartment.

"Believe me, I tried" Lucy lifted his gaze lazily at Levy. The blue haired friend cringed at the sight of her best friend's huge circles underneath her eyes.

"But the flats on that floor are the cheapest! I still have to look for some part time job to support myself. Other flats are- just too expensive" Lucy bemoaned. Levy sighed and continued to comfort her friend. She didn't know what to do with her.

"It's been going on for like, two weeks now. I don't even know how many times he's been banging horrible music before I even came. His neighbors probably had enough and transfered" Lucy explained further. She planted her face on the wooden table once again, feeling her eyes heavy from exhaustion.

Lucy had memorized the exact time it starts and ends; from 9 o'clock in the evening till 1 in the morning. The guy was retarded! He's selfish and deluded. How could one man survive that everyday?!

Also, Lucy noted that the music the guy is playing depends on his mood. It can go from hard rock to slow ballads.

Eventually, the guy had been chastised for how many times for disturbing others in their sleep but still continued his ministrations. The receptionist even murmured tough life up there huh? once.

Apparently, Lucy chose not to confront the blonde guy living next door, because she just didn't know what to say to convince the guy to at least lessen the length of time he overwhelms his self with music. Although Lucy has noticed that the guy doesn't make noise every Sunday, the only time she could have her peace. But other than that issue, she still has to find a job suitable for her.

Later that day, she retired back to her apartment. With body sore from not being able to get enough sleep. She plans on sleeping ahead of time before the booming sounds hits once again. She even tried using ear plugs the last time, but it was no avail. After finishing (or hurrying) things she needed to do, she laid in bed and checked at the neon lights lying on top of her bedside table. 8:28 great, this will be perfect.

She let darkness consume her, her breathing balanced and she felt sleepiness come to her. Come on, sleep dammit. How long had she been closing her eyes? She continued to close her eyes but no matter how sleepy and how desperate she was to sleep, she never could. She cursed silently, maybe her mind had adjusted to late hours sleeps and can't fall asleep early now. Jeez, what a pain.

She shot up and decided to drink some milk or something that might calm her to sleep. She took a cold milk out of her refrigerator and drank on it, careful not to bloat herself. While checking the room her eyes landed on the clock which was past nine.

Almost choking on the milk out of surprise, she gaped, amused. It's not yet Sunday. She thought. She waited for a little while, making sure that it wasn't advanced or something, but no sounds blasted. It was already quarter to ten, but nothing came at all.

Happiness filled her and yet she felt weird. Finally she could be able to sleep a little early tonight, but that doesn't mean that she wasn't curious of what might have happened. His speakers might have broke down or something, serves him right though

She went back to her bed, feeling a little cloud above her head. Slowly closing her eyes and falling asleep, that was until she heard cursing.

"Fuck!" She jolted up upon hearing this. She could hear the other side of the wall full of cursing and banging. Not the banging of music, but banging of things.

"Stupid shit ass player!" The loud angry voice of her neighbor roared as Lucy cringed to the sound of it. The noise finally died down not too long.

So maybe the speakers did break.

Sighing, she laid back to bed, only to find herself a little bit worries for the other. A crazy idea passed her mind.

All too sudden, she didn't know why she was standing outside the boy's room, leaving an earphone and a letter at the floor. She gulped. What am I getting for doing this? Sighing for the umpteenth time. She knocked on the boy's door before running back to her apartment, not letting herself get caught red handed.

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His speakers didn't made sound anymore. There must have been something wrong with the wires so Sting tried fixing them since nine. His patience growing thin when thirty minutes passed by and he still hasn't fixed it yet. His patience only growing thinner and thinner until he gave up. The damn thing's broken.

"Fuck!" he cursed absentmindedly. He was tempted to throw something at his speakers, but no. His actions were still in control although his words weren't anymore.

He had never cursed for the entire month and was planning never to again. Guess life's really just a jerk, huh?

He let his body fall to his bed, his lower arm resting in his forehead. He felt like his life lacked, now that he couldn't play music. Although music was only there to kill time. Resting his eyes closed, he felt a little tired after all the fixing.

Not too long he heard a bunch of knocks on the door. He was so not in the mood for someone right now. Especially his new neighbor. That hot chick, who, sadly talks too much. She's probably happy i aint playing right now.

It surprised him when not two minutes has passed, he was out his door, looking confused cause no one was there. His gaze lowered down to a few things that were lying carelessly on the floor; an earphone and a brown letter. He looked at them strangely before picking them up, reading the letter first.

You get to hear your music. I get to sleep. Return it tomorrow.. or don't. Whatever. Knock yourself out. Just let me sleep.

Sting snorted. Interesting.

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[ANONCHAT]

okay, every time i write stinglu/sticy or at least attempt to, i feel like m hiding a rum or something.

anyway, i miss my wattpad frieeends