𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙣𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙗𝙤𝙧, 𝙄'𝙙 𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝘿𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙙 𝙏𝙧𝙪𝙢𝙥'𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝘽𝙚𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚'𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙜 '𝙎𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙚𝙨' 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙭 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙮𝙚𝙙 𝙣𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙧, 𝙃𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙮. 𝙋.𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙙𝙤 𝙞𝙩. 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢. ... Both haley's peaceful days and relaxation moments were combusted into thin air when the empty apartment upstairs was suddenly occupied by Hunter archer, the new rising popstar, making him, her new anonymous neighbour. From his loathly loud and obnoxious personality to his morally indecent letters he'd drop at her door, Haley was glad they hadn't met, yet, and she was planning on keeping it that way, however that didn't stop her from writing him notes; acomplaint notes, about him, dropping it at his door hoping he'd cooperate.