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window neighbors

summary: anyone seen taylor swift's music video for 'you belong with me?' it's basically where two peeps have neighboring windows and they write messages to each other on paper. yeah.

type: uhm... music video inspired?

warnings: swearing

word count: 1279

You step into your new bedroom in your New York apartment, sighing in dismay at its size. It's smaller than your room in Indiana; about a third of the size. You mentally map out where your bed and desk and dresser are going as you place moving boxes around the barren room. You look out the window and see a curly-haired boy sitting at his desk, probably doing homework. Your first thought is to buy a set of blackout curtains.

By chance, the boy looks to his left and spots you looking at him. He shyly smiles and waves, which you kindly return. You get to work and assemble your bookshelf and sort your books on the shelves by genre and author. An hour later, you stand back to admire your work when your mom walks into your room. "Hey, Y/N, how are things coming along?"

"Pretty okay." you shrug. "I only unpacked one thing, so I don't really know." Your mom walks over to your window to see if there's a nice view of the city.

"Hey, have you seen this boy in the building next to ours?"

You nod. "Yeah. he waved to me earlier."

"Do you know what school he goes to?" you squint your eyes in confusion.

"How the hell would I know what school he goes to if I've only seen him once and never even exchanged words with him?"

Your mom laughs. "Whoops, sorry. Well, I'm going to drive around and try to figure out the place. I'll bring home sandwiches." She leaves the apartment and you hear your car engine start as she drives off.

-<>-<>-

The chilly autumn air softly blows through your open window as your favorite music playlist plays in the background as you hang clothes up in your closet. You turn around to grab more clothes from a cardboard box and notice a paper airplane resting on top of the clothes. You unfold it and read "Hi there, window neighbor! I'm Peter. I noticed you just moved in and was wondering if you want some help unpacking, getting to know the area, or just to become friends. Assuming you don't have any, because you just moved here." You smile to yourself, noticing the last sentence is crossed out and look out your window. Peter is already leaning on his windowsill and smiles when you look at him.

You grab a piece of paper from your desk and write, "I don't need help unpacking, but thanks for the offer" and press it against the window so he can read it.

"What's your name?" He writes.

"Y/N"

"Where did you move from?"

"Indianapolis, Indiana"

"Wow! Pretty big city, huh?"

"Haha! Compared to New York, it's not!"

"That's true. Did you move here with your family? Do you have any siblings?"

"no siblings (if you have siblings, sorry, let's pretend you don't cuz it goes better with the storyline(: ), and my mom. My dad's in the marines"

"Oh, that sucks. May I ask how long he's been deployed for?"

"About a year. He should be coming back here sometime soon, so I'm pretty excited"

"Good for you!" Peter takes the paper away from the window and talks to someone on the other side of his room for a minute. "My aunt wants to eat dinner now, sorry. Ttyl!" We wave bye as he leaves his room and you go back to cleaning.

-<>-<>-
mega time skip brought to you by Than-O's; a perfectly balanced breakfast! (lmao I know y'all know that but IDC)

Over the couple of months that you and Peter have been chatting through your windows, you have found out that you two go to the same school. Tonight was the night of the homecoming dance, but you weren't going. A flashing light outside your window catches your eye, knowing it's Peter's sign that he wants to talk.

"You're not getting ready for hoco. Are you going?" his paper reads.

"Maybe. Do you have a date?" You write back.

"I'm planning on asking out the girl I like tonight."

"Good luck! I believe in you!" You reply, followed by a "brb" when your mom calls you to the door.

-<>-<>-

Peter frowns as you leave your room, simply leaving a "brb" against your window. He looks down at his paper in his hands, folds it up, and puts it in his pocket. He gets up and adjusts his tie (which you helped pick out) before heading out to the car for May to drive him to the school.

"Y/N, can you come on a walk with me?" your mom asks once you're out of your room. You tie your sneakers and go out with your mom. She takes you to the park and ou two sit on the swings and talk about random stuff. Someone starts to push your swing, and you get scared and jump around, but upon realizing that it's your dad, you cover your face and cry tears of happiness. Your legs give out and you cry on the tanbark/mulch while your parents both suffocate you in a hug.

"Isn't your homecoming tonight?" Your dad asks. You nod, tears still soaking your cheeks and his shirt. "Why aren't you there?"

"I-I don't know," You hiccup and wipe your tears. You walk back and your dad forces you to dress up in a nice black and white dress with black flats/heels/sneakers (choose whichever fits your personality). Your dad drives you there and you thank him.

Peter sits nervously on the bleachers, checking the gym doors every thirty seconds, waiting for you to show up. "Are you still waiting?" Ned asks, briefly coming over from the dance floor. "C'mon, dance while you wait! You're being a real party pooper, Peter." Peter sighs and stands up to dance with Ned. He's just getting into it when he spots the gym doors open out of the corner of his eye. He sees you nervously walk into the gym in a stunning dress. You spot Peter in the crowd and walk towards him with a smile on your face.

Peter stares at you, butterflies erupting in his stomach, while you walk up to him. "You look nice!"

"T-thanks. You look... nice, too." Peter stammers.

"Oh hey, is this Y/N?" Ned asks, leaning over Peter's shoulder. "I'm Ned! Peter talks about you a lot!" Ned smiles, earning an elbow to the ribs from the brunette.

"Hi, Ned! Peter talks about you too! He's always saying how funny you are." You giggle. "Did you ask out the girl you like yet, Pete?"

Peter hesitates, the question catching him completely off guard. "I- uh, not... yet?"

"C'mon, dude! You can do it! Who is it?" Peter looks at Ned for help, but Ned simply shrugs, signaling Peter to go for it.

"Wanna dance?" Peter blurts. You laugh and accept as a slow song comes on. You lay your arms around his shoulders and he places his hands on your hips hesitantly.

You sway to the music slowly until you finally ask, "Why aren't you dancing with your crush?"

Peter clears his throat and pulls out his folded piece of paper from his pocket. "I, uhm, was going to put this in my window, but you left." He unfolds it and you read "I love you" and cover your mouth in shock. Peter bites his lip, fearing this was the wrong thing to do, but his thoughts are cut off by you throwing yourself at him (NOT LIKE THAT Y'ALL) and hugging him tightly.

"I love you too, Peter, you're so nice and funny, and most importantly, you're my best friend. And I love you for that."

this is super crusty sorry y'all