Peterick OneShots

You're The Song Stuck In My Head

Person A and B live next door to each other and Person B always sings really loudly and Person A always listens because it sounds amazing.

Pete complained about the singing at first. When he first moved in it was annoying, especially at night when Pete was trying to sleep. It wasn't constant; the guy next door was usually fairly quiet, bits and pieces floating through the walls at certain times. But during the weekends or any time of the week after 8pm, Pete could hear him.

He had to admit, the guy could sing. And at least he had decent taste. The snippets of songs he heard ranged from older rock ballads to early 2000 R&B. His neighbor's voice was steady, hardly ever wavering, and the guy had a range like no one else Pete had ever heard.

Pete would sometimes find himself humming along while he was doing something, or if his neighbor was singing in the morning that would be the song in his head all day. It became fun for the most part, but some nights it was different.

On bad nights Pete would lay beside the wall in his tiny dining room, listening to the singing. It calmed him down enough for him to sleep when he was doing bad; if his neighbor didn't sing, usually it would take hours for Pete to calm down on his own. Sometimes he wished he could bang on the wall and beg him to sing something, anything, so that he could ease his nerves.

Pete had only caught sight of his neighbor once or twice. The first time he was coming home from work, and saw a tiny guy in a red sweater unlocking the door to the apartment next to his. He slipped inside too quickly for Pete to see much of him, but he dressed cute and that's all that mattered to Pete at the time. The next time he saw him Pete was going downstairs, and the guy passed by him, arms full of grocery bags. Pete dodged awkwardly, asking him if he needed help, but the man shook his head.

"No, but thank you!" Pete's heart had fluttered. His regular speaking voice was somehow just as pretty as his singing. Pete blushed the entire drive over to work.

Pete liked his mysterious neighbor's singing.

At least, that is, until this morning. Pete could hear him again as he got dressed. Pete intended on going to get groceries and get pizza and come home, but was stopped by his neighbor's voice.

His neighbor's shower seemed to be just on the other side of Pete's bedroom wall, and he could hear him clearly. It was some shitty Kanye song, but damn could his neighbor rap.Pete moved closer to the wall, knowing it was creepy as hell for him to eavesdrop on his neighbor in the shower, but it was too hard for him to resist. The guy was really good, somehow adding soul into the rap, and Pete could swear it sounded like he was dancing around in the shower.

Pete smiled, trying to stifle his giggles when it switched to Beyonce, but he suddenly squeaked and jumped. The neighbor had dropped something, a shampoo bottle probably, and it was loud. The singing stopped, and Pete felt his entire face go red. He knew he yelled really loud, and he was right beside the wall, there was no way he wouldn't have-

"Um.. Hello?" He heard his neighbor's voice ask. Pete swallowed hard, staring at the brown wall in shock. "I.. Did i imagine that or did someone scream? Were.. were you listening to me in the shower? Holy smokes can people hear me jack off oh my god." Pete snorted, unable to help himself.

"AAgh! I heard you again!!" Pete cringed and sighed, leaning against the wall.

"Yeah uh.. Hi? I'm sorry, you dropped something and i.. It was loud and I'm sorry... You sing really well?" Pete finished, unsure of what to say. How in the hell did you interact with your extremely talented and possibly attractive neighbor when they find out that you can hear them in the shower?