George Miller / Papa Frank • Imagines

Cancer Balls

Fuck, it's new year! January first is the best day of the year, spending it in bed and looking at the fireworks at 4 in the morning from outside my window and falling in love with the music that plays outside from the festival down town. I live in New York, so there are usually parties all the time down stairs from my neighbors or down town from random people, the streets are always full and music is nonstop. I haven't lived here long though, maybe 2 years almost 3, but all I do is go to work and come home. If I go anywhere else, it's to the book store or market across town.

I woke up to the sound of yelling and breaking glass. I shoot out of bed and look at my alarm clock that reads 2:56. Ugh, just great. Now I know people do like to party late, but my neighbor upstairs doesn't party, all he does is yell and throw things at his walls. I don't think I can deal with it tonight, hearing him just makes me sick right now. I'm always sick around this time, it's just worse tonight. I crawl out of the blankets and rush out of my apartment, down the hallway and into the elevator. I got up a floor and I hear the ring, doors opening slowly, I rush my way down the hallway to his apartment and knock loud. I hear a "oh shit, I hope it's not him" and shuffling. I stand there, tapping my foot as my head pounds and the door flies open to reveal a guy with slick back hair and glasses who is shirtless and in sweat pants. My eyes widen as I look up at him and I catch my breath as soon as I see his glory. "Hello?" He asks and I just forgot what my name was for a second. I stutter and just stare into his chocolate eyes as they make me melt from the beauty. "I... I... You... Can you umm... Oh.." I remember now why I came to yell at him for the noise. "Can you please quiet down? Please? I'm kinda sick and it's almost 3 in the morning and some people try to sleep at this hour." A delicious smirk appears on his face and he gives me a small giggle, "Of course. I'm sorry doll. Have a good night." He kisses my head and shuts his door in my face. I stand there and finally regain the sanity to go back to my apartment. I shut my door and walk into my bedroom, laying on the bed and holding my hand to my chest. I give myself a pat on the back and thank myself for ever going to yell at that beautiful man who lives upstairs.