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Chapter seven

Mack POV~

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Silence

Silence is all that surrounds us as if it were hanging out on the couch watching us. I must look like a village idiot with my mouth hanging open. I'm pretty sure just the shock of him living next door just made my year a hell of a a lot harder. Him being able to come and knock on my door at any time and just the way he is I don't just ugh. What the heck.

"Hello. Is anybody in there." He chuckles and waves his hand in front of my face.

He gets no reaction out of me, just the same dumb expression I've had since he spoke that one sentence.

"Uhhhhhh sorry I just had a thing I was just - thinking about...something." I come up with out of nowhere. What the hell was that, yeah way to sound like a dumb ass Mack.

"Lost in thought?" He responds cooly as if he doesn't know what he's doing.

Jackass.

"I guess." Once again I fail misserably to form a coherent sentence.

"Okay well I just wanted to introduce myself since you will be seeing me a lot more now." He starts to make his way towards the door and I follow him "yeah I know" I mumble under my breath

"What was that?" he turns around and raises his eyebrows.

"Huh nothing. I didn't say anything did you hear me say something cause I didn't." I ramble on giving away the fact that I'm lying.

"Yeah... right. Anyways I was wondering if I could borrow your dog really quick." he asks

"What? I don't have a dog." I say quickly, my voice coming out raspier than it should have. I don't want to give this man any more information.

"Yes you do, I heard him barking when I knocked on the door." He catches me in another lie.

"I never told you my dog was a boy." I narrowed my eyes questioning him.

"Oh so you admit you have a dog." he gets me again.

"Crap" I mutter "ugh fine, what for?" I give in.

"I think there is some kind of rodent in my apartment. " He scratches the back of his neck

"Well why would you need my dog for that?"

"I was thinking he could like chase it out or something." He diverts his eyes to the window knowing what he said was stupid.

"Really, chase him out, he's a dog not a cat and this isn't Tom and Jerry so no." I don't want Rosko getting into stuff like that because then he will want to start catching more things therefore leading to him wrecking my apartment.

Oh don't believe me. Once I got him a little mouse that runs around on wheels and then he started chasing things. He would chase anything. Including me.

"Why not! I don't want to spend the money on pest control I have other...things to do okay." He snaps

"Ok fine but only for an hour." I then proceed to go open my bedroom door to let Rosko out who has been scratching at the door since Harry knocked.

"Alright boy come here." I get the collar and leash from my key holder by the front door and wrap it around his body. He growls at Harry the minute he's in his sight.

At first I try to catch his leash to hold him but it slipped out of my hand and now he was running towards Harry at full speed.

All I see is Harry getting pushed down by my large and friendly dog greeting him with kisses.

I walk over calmly because Rosko is not one to fight. He continues to lick Harry's face as he just lays there helpless. I walk over and pull Rosko off of his body.

I laugh at his expression and at all the slobber on his face. His black t-shirt was covered in dog prints and his neck even had some slobber on it.

He notices that I'm laughing and he rolls his eyes at me pretending it wasn't funny.

"Stop laughing he's a big dog, I thought he would bite my face off."

"Rosko would never. He's just a widdle sweetie pie aren't ya" I bend down and coo at Rosko while scratching the side of his ear where he likes it most.

"Ugh this is disgusting" I glance over at the sight of Harry wiping dog spit off his face with his shirt. "Do you have a bathroom I could wash all this off."

"No I don't I do my business in the sink, of course I have a bathroom. It's down the hall second door on your left." I try pointing at the route but bring my hand down at the failed attempt.

"Thanks." he glares at Rosko and I as he makes his way further into my apartment staring at the paintings on my walls.

I let out a breath and continue to wrap Rosko up in his leash.

He looks up at me with a smiling expression and licks my face too.

"Ugh buddy come on." I laugh

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It's been twenty minutes. What the hell is he doing. I walk over to the bathroom door and as I'm about to knock the door opens and there stands Harry with only a towel wrapped around his waist and sopping wet curls dripping from his head.

I feel the air literally catch in my throat as I see his toned body a long with the ink marking his skin.

I start to cough vigorously and feel him patting my back with caution, not wanting to physically touch me.

I put my hand up to motion that I was okay but he goes to my kitchen, still only in a towel, searching through my cabinets to find the glasses.

I walk over to where he stands and shoo him away from the kitchen.

"Go put on some clothes!" I take a moment to cough and speak again "I'll get the glass."

"Ohhhh is that what's happening here." He smirks at me

"Excuse me?" I'm still suffering from my cough attack and just as I speak the glass drops from my slippery hands.

"Good job." he sarcastically claps for me.

"What the hell you are such an asshole!" I start to blow my top "I'm sorry that I don't like strangers taking showers in my apartment after I just met them! not to mention the fact that you are probably the most rudest person I have ever met!" I yell practically done with this little game he's playing at.

"Hey I felt dirty ok, and that's not the first time we met, and quit calling me an asshole, you don't even know me." He puts his hands up surrendering

"Yes I recall that, but you don't know me either so stop pretending like you do." I respond, reaching for my temples to rub them. I bend down to start picking up the glass but Harry stops me.

"Look I'll clean up the glass, why don't you just go to my place, it's already open. Oh and also tell your dog to make this quick, I have somewhere I need to be." He tells me.

"You know you are one smart ass." I shake my head.

"Yes we've established that now let's move on."

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(A/N):

Hey there. Sorry if this was kind of boring I'm like slowly getting writers block but at the same time I'm not. Ya feel. Ok I'm going to leave this short. I love you guys and thanks for reading.

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