The Reckless And The Brave | A NoochM Fan-Fiction

Chapter 1

   The cool Canadian breeze was a big difference from the warm California air. As I got outside with my luggage, everything seemed fascinating to me. The snow sunk under my feet making a smile grow upon my face.

   I got into a taxi and told the driver the address of my new apartment. Deciding not to go on my phone, I take a glance outside. White, glimmering snow was everywhere. When we got to my apartment, I paid the driver and took my suitcases out of the car. I walk into the apartment building, taking in the surroundings.

   I tell the lady at the front desk my name and she gives me my key. I take the key and quickly put it in my pocket. I take both my suitcases, get in the elevator and prod the button to level four. When the doors open, I walk out. I look at the door numbers before finding mine, apartment 207.

   I fumble to get my key while balancing the suitcases on each outer thigh on my leg. While trying to get the key, I notice a man coming out of his apartment. One of my suitcases drop making me jump. I miss my footing and fall onto my butt.

   I start to laugh, my usual response to my clumsiness. My laughs become hysteric and wheezing starts to come along. I notice another laugh mixed into my hysterics. Their laugh was enticing to me.

   I turn around to see a man around my age with dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. He was holding his stomach from laughing. By now, I was practically laying on the floor from laughter. One of my suitcases fell on top of me making me squeal, but go back to laughing.

   The man is walking towards me, while my laughter starts to calm down. His arm extends allowing me to grab onto his hand. He pulls me up but me, being my clumsy self, I trip as soon as he lifts me up, resulting of me falling into his arms.

   I couldn't be more embarrassed. I just had to fall twice in front of a boy, scratch that, a cute boy. I look up into his eyes and give a small smile. Realizing I'm still in his arms, I quickly push myself off of him.

   "Hello." I start.

   "Hi, clumsy." he replies, earning a smile from me,

   "Names Mat, and you, clumsy?" Mat asks.

   "I happen to go by Eve, not clumsy." I retort.

   "Oh, now I can also call you Eevee." he says, smiling,

   "Do you even get that?"

   "Of course I get that. Who hasn't played Pokémon?"

   The thought of being called Eevee made me smile again. My friends almost always called me Eevee.

   "So, you new around here?" Mat asks.

   "Yeah, came from California." I reply.

   "Some of my friends live in California." he adds.

   I smile and look towards my door.

   "If you don't mind, I'm going to unpack my aggressive suitcases which happen to knock me down all over the place."

   He let's out a small laugh before saying,

   "I'll see you around, my clumsy Eevee."

   I take the key out of my back pocket and put it into the door. I open the door to see what I will be living in for who knows how long. I start to unpack. I had my furniture put in before so all I had to do was put away my clothes and necessities.

   Once I was done, I go onto my computer and start texting my friends,

Hai guys

   After writing that, I decide to scroll through Tumblr, favoriting certain gifs and pictures.

   My friend, Amanda, texted me back,

Hey, what's up?

Nothing much, I just got settled into my new apartment.

   Soon enough, I can hear Mat yelling from next door. I let it pass, thinking it will end eventually. After hearing it for the past half hour, I go to the wall disconnecting Mat and my apartments.

   I hit the wall a couple of times. I listen to hear silence. I smile knowing I solved the problem. Within ten seconds, he starts screaming again.

   I hit the wall again saying,

   "Mat, shut up! I don't want to hear you screaming!"

   "Get used to it, my clumsy Eevee!"

   "Yeah, fuck off, asshole." I yell back, while laughing.

   I can hear him start laughing also,

   "I love this relationship already!"

   I smile. The first relationship I had in Canada was a pretty good one to say the least.