Lying in your bed late at night, was always an interesting thing for me. It can be soothing; relaxing if you're thinking over the great day you had. It can hold mysteries and wonder. Creating little scenarios in your head with an endless amount of possibilities. Talking to your boss about a possible raise, winning the lottery, or meeting your next door neighbors in your new apartment complex. Thinking about meeting up with them for coffee, or being able to just walk into each others apartments to watch shows that you all enjoy. Thinking about all of the possibilities can be a danger though. With a brain wracked with anxiety, your thoughts can turn into if your neighbors will dislike your dog, and worse case they turn to be murderers or demons. Although disliking dogs is very close to being classified as a demon.
I moved into this apartment 2 weeks ago, and I've never seen them. I'll hear noises they make such as dropping a shampoo bottle in the shower, resembling the sound of a bomb going off, to the banging of a headboard smacking against the wall from a harsh fucking. I'm not bothered by the sounds because they'll be as close as I'll get to action anytime soon, but they seem to bother my puppy, Duke. When buying my new living space, I made sure the complex allowed pets and large breeds of dogs. Duke is my 6 week old Tibetan Mastiff. I got him when he was 3 weeks old from a past friend of mine. Although he is a small fluff ball, he won't stay one for long. Especially with such a large protective dog, it is good to get him socialized and acquainted with the people you live around to decrease the chances of barking.
As said thought types from before float through my head amidst the night, this comes up a lot. There are the cute ones of them playing with Duke, and going to the dog park with me, and welcoming him into their apartment. There are the worrying ones of them on if they'll refuse to meet your dog and get acquainted with him, and then complain to the landlords of the barking.
With all of these thoughts going on, It'd be nice to put a name and face to the thoughts.
I was fortunate enough to meet my neighbors from across the hall. There was a guy named Pete, with tattoos covering his arms and dyed platinum hair. While shorter than the average height, he was taller than my 5'2" height. His roommate, Brendon, wore glasses and had excellently quiffed hair, which seemed to accentuated his larger than normal forehead size. They were both the good kinds of crazy and weird, and chill as a cucumber.
When telling them about Duke, they both squealed in excitement; having me promise to bring them over to meet him soon. Even after my short encounter with them, I could tell we'd be friends for a very long time. Since I met them a week ago, the late at night thoughts about my next door neighbors would start happening during the day. While walking by their apartment to get home, at work, and even in the shower.
Finally getting sick and tired of not knowing, I decided that when I woke up the next morning, I would force myself to go over to meet them.
<Thoughts? I'm sure no one will read this but if you do please comment thoughts and feelings. This is my first book and I have proper thoughts and ideas, but I'm not the best writer in the world or even my class.>
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Slipping into the unknown
Fanfiction(Frerard x reader) Moving into a new apartment is great, especially when the neighbors across from you are great. As for the ones next to you, you have no idea because you've never met them. What will happen when you finally have the courage to me...
