Imagine If....

You Moved in Next Door... {Pt 1}

This was the second option for the Imagines, but because a certain best friend of mine requested it many, MANY times, here it goes!

You raised your arm up to your forehead to wipe the sweat that started to form on your brow Moving was a pain in the ass, but it had to be done. You were currently moving in with your boyfriend Parker after months of him begging, pleading, and bargaining. The two of you had been together for less than 6 months when he first asked you to move in. You felt like you barely knew the guy and he already wanted you to move in?! After a few months of thinking it over in your head, you decided that moving in together would be a good thing. Besides, you were pretty sure that he was the one.

This is the reason why on an early Saturday morning, you brought in box after box into Parker's quaint home. You had asked if he could help you move everything so it would get done easier, but apparently, he was going to have a busy day as a luxury car salesman. You didn't mind, much.

You made your way outside to grab the last couple of boxes out of the back of your SUV. After almost two hours, you were almost done! You could practically hear the tired muscles in your arms cry out in joy.

You bent over to pick up a rather heavy cardboard box when a voice spoke up, almost making you drop the box in the process. "Don't you have a boyfriend to help you out?"

"Jesus christ," You mumbled under breath, barely saving the box. "Well, he's at work so it's just me."

"That's a shame. Your boyfriend really doesn't know how to treat the pretty girls right huh?" Did the comment of you having a boyfriend just fly over his head or what?

"Well, there's this thing called Independence. The funny thing is, ANYONE can possess this. Even 'pretty girls' with boyfriends." This caused the man to chuckle slightly. As you were about to stand up, a set of golden colored hands swooped in and took the box out of yours.

"Let me help you out here since the boyfriend isn't able to." You turned around to finally get a look at the man. His chocolate brown eyes shone with humor brightly as he stared at you with a smirk on his face.

"Did you not listen to my Independence speech?"

"I did listen to it, quite impressive actually. Would almost make me think you are some sort of writer." Ha, you laughed to yourself. Writing, that's hysterical. The man started walking up towards Parker's open house door with the box in his hands. You couldn't help but watch in amazement as the muscles in his forearms became taut as he carried the heavy box.

 You physically shook yourself out of that mental state. You were with Parker, besides, you didn't even know this guy's name! For all you knew, he was one of those creepy Craigslist killers on the prowl for his next victim.

"In case you were wondering, the name's Mark." Could this 'Mark' read your fucking mind or what?!

"I wasn't wondering, but thanks for the information." You grabbed the last box, then shut your car trunk before following Mark up the front steps. The two of you stopped, setting the boxes down beside all the other ones.

"You know, the polite thing to do when someone gives you their name is to give your name back to them." You glanced up at Mark, who had a smirk covering his face yet again.

"Y/N, happy?"

"There we go, that wasn't so hard was it?" You found yourself smiling slightly as you looked ahead at the guy in front of you. Mark's mouth opened, then shut when there was a sharp knock on the opened door. You both turned your heads to find Parker walking into the house.

"Sweetheart, what are you doing here? I thought you said you would be too caught up with work to help me out today?"

"I am, I'm just stopping by to grab some lunch before I head back to the dealership." Parker kissed your cheek briefly as he bypassed you and Mark on his way to the kitchen.

"Well, it looks like you've got everything settled. I'm next door if you need any more help." Mark backed out of the room, an awkward look plastered on his face as he walked out the front door.

"That was nice of him to help you bring boxes in"

"Yeah, it sure was." You answered more to yourself than Parker.

(Later that night)

It was roughly 6 o'clock and you've been unpacking since Parker left to go back to work. Once everything was brought in, the rest of the job was easy. The problem was, you were a perfectionist in the sense that everything had to be in the exact place you wanted otherwise it bugged the shit out of you.

Time had flown by so much that you had long since forgotten what time it was as Parker walked into the house, his feet dragging behind him.

"Honey, I'm home!"

"I'm in the living room!" You called back out, getting off the ground to walk over towards him. "How was work?"

"So-so, long day. Too many idiots, but what else can I expect. What's for dinner?" He asked as he took off his suit jacket and hung it up on the wooden coat rack by the door.

"Shit, I forgot to start dinner. I got caught in wanting to put everything away, I'm sorry!" The easy-going look on Parker's face quickly changed into a disgusted, yet slightly angry look.

"Well, looks like the hopes of having a nice warm meal for dinner are going down the fucking drain." You nearly shrunk back at the anger in Parker's voice. He's never been like this, ever. You know, maybe he just had a stressful day at work.

"Look, Parker, I'm sorry ok? It's my fault. I'll start something now-"

"Don't bother Y/N, it would be a waste of fucking time." His voice continued to increase in volume as he started walking towards you.

"I get that you may have had a stressful day at work, but that's no reason to come home and take it out on me, ok?" You now raised your voice to match his volume. People always say 'don't fight fire with fire'. Well, guess what? This situation is about to go up in flames.

"I ask for one thing Y/N, one thing! All you've done is unpack all day, I've worked my fucking ass off so I can bring money home. And I can't even have dinner ready for me when I get home? Bullshit." A sharp knock at the front door interrupted you before you could respond.

Eager to get away from this conversation, you made your way towards the front door. You flung the door open with enough force to hit the wall behind it. Standing in front of you was now Mark, a worried look on his face.

"I heard shouting and yelling, is everything ok?" You weren't originally going to tell Mark what was currently going on, but caring puppy dog look he had going on made you crack almost instantly.

"Everything's fine. Parker just came home and-"

"Y/N, whose at the door?" Parker cut you off before you could go any further.

"It's just Mark, the neighbor."  Before Parker could make it to the front door, Mark grabbed your hand and roughly shoved a small piece of paper into it, before backing down the steps, a smile plastered on his face. "Alright, just wanted to make sure everything was ok!"

You shut the front door, a confused look on your face. Your eyes glanced down at the paper in your hand. Making sure Parker wasn't making his way in your direction, you quickly unfolded the paper and read it.

I know what Parker's capable of, he does this to all of his girlfriends. They don't last long before bruises start mysteriously appearing, get out while you can!

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