the songwriter || fowler

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This is outrageous! Felice pulled her hair back into a high ponytail. She knows everyone, everyone in this town from the elderly to the new born. How could she not know him? And the fact that he lives a couple square feet away from her is even more insane.

When she had gotten the stack of mail, she had not recognized the name. She went up to the hallway to her apartment and looked for the number. She marched up and down the grim hall until she finally found herself standing in front of the correct household.

After the little incident, Felice trudged to her apartment and immediately called up Anne, her best friend, and ranted on about how rude the guy had been. But she never said his name.

Now sitting in class, she was still irritated. She had actually managed to come to class early for once and was the only one in the room. She heaved a sigh as she slammed her fist into the desk.

"You shouldn't be doing that. Vandalizing school property isn't the way to go." A male voice said.

She looked up from the spot she had been shooting daggers at found him sitting on the other side of the room. She squinted at him.

"I'm not vandalizing school property ya dingo." She mumbled.

He rolled his eyes at her comment and plugged his earbuds into his ear. His head bobbed along with whatever music he was listening to and his fingers tapped against the desk. He pouted his lips slightly then started humming. He didn't notice she had moved closer to him until he felt a light punch to his arm.

"Ow, what the heck was that for?" He rubbed his arm with one hand while the other took his earbuds out.

"You weren't listening." She scolded, but instead of sounding badass, she sounded like a five year old whining. "And don't act like that hurt. It wasn't even a proper punch. Unless you're extremely weak." She smirked.

He rolled his eyes at her. "What do you want?"

"Well I'm sorry, I just wanted to have a friendly chat with my neighbor." She crossed her arms over her chest.

"You call punching someone friendly?"

"In my world, yes." She held her head high triumphantly.

By that time, people started to pile into the class. Everyone was staring at the two in the corner and whispering what they were witnessing.

"Felice." Anne went up to her with a blank face. "What are you doing." She whispered to her.

"I'm making a friend?" Felice said.

"Do you know who that guy is, Felice?" Anne half whispered half yelled at her.

"Andy Fowler, my neighbor."

"Excuse us." She directed towards Andy. She pulled Felice out of her seat and dragged her to the other side of the room where they'd normally sit.

"Are you out of your mind? Didn't you tell me he was a rude jerk and now you want to be friends with him? On top of that, his name practically screams 'Andy TSwizzle Fowler'." Felice laughed uncontrollably from the last part. Where the hell is Anne getting this from?

"What are you even talking about? Anne you're being crazy here. Just relax." I laughed it off.

"Oh just wait till the school finds out. It's not going to be pretty, Felice."

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