Next Door Neighbor (CRANKGAMEPLAYS x READER)

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Y/N's POV

I swept the floor in my living room while dancing to the music surrounding me. I had just finished when a knock came to my apartment's door. I paused the music, opening up the door to find a young man who looked strangely familiar. He had an orange sweatshirt on with some jeans and vans. Headphones hung around his neck. He extended his arm and held out his hand. He had brown hair and a smile that was unmistakable. "Do I know you?" I asked while shaking his hands. He had a firm grip and some muscle. "Like, did I go to school with you by chance?"

    He let out a slight chuckle, "I'm not from around here. I actually just came by to greet my new neighbors. I'm moving in today, but I have to warn you I might be a tad obnoxious." Out of curiosity, I asked why. "I'm in a..." He hesitated for a brief moment but picked up his sentence where he left it. "I'm in a special line of work."

    "Yeah, look, there is no way I didn't go to school with you. Is your name Ethan Nestor by chance?" His jaw dropped a little bit, not too noticeable, however. It was him, jackpot.

He shook his head a little, giving himself a mental slap. "Yeah. How did you know that?" He seemed amazed I knew his name but I kept telling him I went to school with him so I don't know why he's so shocked honestly.

    "As I said, we went to school together." I reminded once more. I showed a slight smile. "I also just moved to L.A. about a month ago. And, what do you mean 'special line of work?'"

    "Oh right, I'm a... youtuber. Also, I feel rude for asking, but what's your name?" I chuckled because I knew he wouldn't know me. I've changed so much as a person over the years. I hated school so I tried to keep on the down low for the most part. I only hung out with a few people and I never wore nice outfits.

    "y/n. My name is y/n. I'm a youtuber too. I get why you wouldn't remember me. I ditched my glasses for contacts and my hair is.. well," I pointed up at my faded pink hair. "Well it's not h/c anymore, also I'm not wearing a hoodie. I lived in hoodies back then."

    "I remember you. I had a crush on you in fourth grade." That kinda caught me off guard because I liked him in fourth grade and... up. All the way through senior year. "That's the first time we spoke. It was brief. But one thing I remember about you were your pink, sparkly, high tops." He chuckled at the end. I cringed at the thought of those shoes. I loved them at the time, but looking back they were just a big 'no no'.

    I tried to shake the shoes out of my head. "Would you like to come in and have a seat?" I moved out of my door frame and gestured for him to come in. "Would you like coffee or something?"

He gives me a warm smile."Coffee would be great." As I poured his coffee in a mug I noticed him looking at my guitar. "You play?" He asked I walked over to the couch and sat next to him.

"No, well, yeah, but not very well." I struggle to form my sentence, as I don't want to tell him that I suck at guitar because he's hot and I want to sound interesting.

"Well, you should play something for me."

Well shit. There goes my plan of keeping my horrible guitar playing abilities hidden. "Ok, um, are you sure cause, um, I like, um, don't like, have to if you don't want." I was only really confident in one song. The song being "You Are My Sunshine." By: The Beatles. I grab the guitar and strum. He shockingly sang along. He's not too bad... actually he's really good. Oh hell no. I like him again, don't I?

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(Word count - 693)