Some days had gone since the awkward incident with no name Boxman and you had seen neither him nor the others in the house in front of yours. You laughed as you recalled a memory while walking to the kitchen not bothering to turn on the lamp. The empty room not surprising you. You had always wanted to live with a friend of yours as an adult. Doing everything together. Or at least someone you could love. Truthfully, life isn't as easy in the movies and every one is certainly not Prince Charming.
I'm hungry.
The fridge rattled a bit as you opened it almost violently, light filling the room as you looked through the white rectangular box. Nothing. With a yawn you backed away, letting the door close automatically and sat down at the kitchen table scrolling through social media hoping to find something interesting. The bright sun shone in through the window and warmed you up. Too lazy to go to the store downtown. Typical.
10 minutes had passed and you got up once again to not mess up your routine of checking the fridge every half a minute.
What am I doing.
Rubbing your eyes you put your phone in your back pocket and went over to get your jacket and shoes. You were going to the fucking store.
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You had brought sunglasses and two tote bags. It was slowly nearing Autumn but it was hot outside, more than normally, "Psch... and people doesn't believe in global warming" you muttered as you opened the zipper of the jacket and entered a nearby supermarket. A fan greeted you with some wind when the automatic glass doors opened, letting you inside. You took your time, looking around after things you thought were necessary. Looking at the shelves beside you all while still walking forward you didn't notice the person in front of you until the both of you crashed onto one another. This resulting in you stumbling backwards and almost dropping everything in your arms.
Okay why am I bumping into so many??
"Sorry" you heard the man in front of you mumble uninterestingly. But you didn't listen to his weak apology as you studied his rather... interesting features.
Black eyes...
He coughed loudly and you returned from your deep thinking,"Oh, um... sorry" you apologized to which he answered with a dry chuckle, "I'm used to that". You smiled a second before turning 180 on your heels and walking over to pay for the groceries, the licorice eyed male behind you.
Could this be Tim?
As you went out from the store with two full bags in each of your hands "Tim" slowly followed behind. With a small but forceful nod of your head the sunglasses swung down, surprisingly landing perfectly. You looked behind yourself, not moving your whole body, but only your head and your shoulders a bit because of the heavy weight of the bags. He had his left hand in his hoodie pocket and the other was holding what looked like a bottle of alcohol.
"You live nearby?" you questioned, slowing down your pace so you could walk beside him. He nodded, still looking in front of himself, not even sparing a glance at you. "27 Durdam Lane actually". The sun was shining at his face, resulting in him squinting his eyes a bit. You groaned a bit while trying to keep up with his fast pace. Turning his head to you his eyes flicked down to your heavy bags, "I can help". He didn't wait for your response as he snatched one from you and to your surprise he didn't run away with it. "Thanks" you grinned, glad that he was a caring one. Kind of.
Then you remembered why you actually wanted to talk with him.
"27... I live in the house in front of yours. 26!" You said and he for once gave you an expression, "You must be Tim then! Matt told me about you". His response was a blank face, "Tom". Your mouth formed an 'O', "shit sorry".
Tom sighed and looked forward, a smile playing on his lips, "Don't worry. A doormat's got more brain cells than Matt himself". You laughed and nudged him with your elbow, "Oh my god! Stop being so rude... Tim". He laughed, shoving you slightly, "OUCH!" you screamed dramatically, almost falling while bringing your head back and putting your hand on your forehead. Tom didn't play along sadly, "Fuck off". You sent him a wink, "yeah you'd like that wouldn't you?". The man beside you stopped in his tracks before sending you a smile with furrowed eyebrows, "On second thought. I don't know if I'd like to help". Your heavy bag was shoved back into your hand, you gripping his hand in the motion. "What the fuck. Let me go", he was bending down slightly, since he was taller than you. "What? I'm just grabbing my things" you said, referring to the bag in your hand, with Tom's around it.
"Wow... you're just seeing me as an object?" Tom sarcastically asked, already knowing your answer.
"You're not?"
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"Well, here's my stop" you pointed out, nodding to the beautifully decorated house. "No waaaayyy..." Tom stretched with a pop as you finally let go of his, now, sore arm, "I thought you lived in a trashcan. I mean, since you are trash".
"What a nice way to greet your new neighbour".
"Totally is," he replied making eye contact with you, "it was actually nice talking to you...?". A questioning glance made you realise he didn't know your name, "[Y/N]" you answered, slowly starting to back away towards your own house as Tom did the same. "Haha funny name. See you later [W/N]" he screamed, back towards your own. "Idiot..." you snickered.
Not only did you actually buy food but you had also made a new friend which was quite nice.
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BOXMAN (Tord x Reader)
Fanfic(old fic-2019) You had lived a simple life at your parents' but it always felt like something was missing. When you finally move into your own house you suddenly get a mysterious guy in your hands. Often seeing him around your house makes you wonder...
