Speak to Me (Joji x Reader)

Moving In

I'm sure you all know how ____ x Reader fics work, but here we go any way:

Y/N - your name

H/N - his name

F/B - favorite band

"Fuck." I said under my breath. I looked out the window of my parents car. I've been so excited to move to New York all summer, but now I'm completely overwhelmed. I really need this year off to work and find myself, I'm just not ready to go right into college after dealing with high school. I searched for jobs in New York online for months, and finally landed one. I had enough money to pay my rent and buy food for about three months, and I'd catch up with my new income. I've got my apartment situation all figured out, and bought some nice furniture for it. I said goodbye to my boyfriend, though he'd promised to visit me as many weekends as possible. I said goodbye to all my friends this morning before we started our trip, they had been nice enough to help me pack up all my shit. But now that it's finally happening, I'm just scared. There's no excitement anymore. I'm going to be completely alone in a new apartment, a new city, living a new life. I sighed and ran my hands through my hair. 

"What's that?" my dad said. I quickly looked up to see him looking at me in the visor mirror. He didn't look half as worried as I did, he simply thought I'd said something. 

"Huh? Oh, nothing. I'm just...glad you guys are supporting me with all this. It really means a lot that you understand I need some time away from home." I replied with a fake smile. 

"Of course, honey. New York! I can't wait for you to start working at that cute little restaurant. You'll have to send us pictures when you get your apartment all set up!" my mom had turned around in her seat to face me. She was genuinely excited for me, and I felt guilty for wanting to back out of all this. 

The rest of the drive was quiet. I listened to f/b on my phone and watched us go deeper into the city. 

My apartment building was pretty small from what I'd imagined. We lugged my stuff up to the 3rd floor, after retrieving my key from the front desk. I led the way down the hall to room 350, and opened the door for my parents who had arms full of boxes. After what seemed like the thousandth time going up and down the stairs, we had moved everything in. I wanted to do all the unpacking myself, and was pretty ready to be left alone. 

"Thanks for helping me move all my stuff you guys." I looked at my mom and dad who just smiled back at me. "So, um, if you guys want to go to your hotel or something I totally understand, I have a lot of unpacking to do anyways."

"Sure Y/N, we'll see you tomorrow to say goodbye! Go out to eat or something, explore what's around the apartment building, yeah?" My dad said handing me fifty bucks. I already had my own money, but not a lot of spending money yet so I appreciated it. 

"Thanks, dad." I said softly. I hugged both of them tight, and waved as they left my new space. I turned around and leaned against the door, sliding down to sit on the floor. "Jesus. I'm fucking exhausted." I said to myself. I sat on the ground for about five minutes, looking around the room and trying to take all this in. I'll be fine. I start work in four days. All my stuff is here. Everything will be fine. I inhaled deeply and held my breath for a second, only to interrupted by a loud BANG from the room directly above mine. My head shot up. What the fuck? I decided that was my cue to snap out of it and start unpacking my belongings. I got up an stretched a bit- BANG. This time the noise was followed by what sounded like a pack of hyenas cackling. I looked at my boxes, and saw my new broom I'd bought from Wal-Mart sticking out of a large brown box. I picked it up and jabbed at my ceiling, not too hard but enough so my new upstairs neighbors could hear. The laughing stopped. It was quiet. 

"Okay." I said to myself proudly, setting the broom against the wall. I began unpacking. I started with the living room, which thankfully had come furnished with a futon couch. I set down my lamps, moved my little TV and my PlayStation in, and set some of my plants down on the windowsill. It looked nice. 

"AYE CUNT!" I heard someone with an Australian accent scream clearly from upstairs. More cackling and the sound of someone hitting the floor followed. 

"Can I have silence for more than three fucking minutes, please?" I said to them, though they couldn't hear me of course. I just wanted to make my place look nice so I could be more comfortable about being here, what the hell is even going on up there? I decided to go up there and talk to them. I grabbed my key, and headed out the door and up the stairs. I'm sure I'd be able to find the room pretty quickly with how loud these fucks are being.