TW: THIS STORY DOES INCLUDE SENSITIVE TOPICS SUCH AS;
-Panic Attacks
-Mentions of overdose
-Smoking/vaping
-Depression
-Self-harm
-Topics of suicide
-Alcoholism
-Sex
-Nudity
!THIS IS A NSFW FAN FICTION!
If ANY of those things don't appeal to you in any way, please do not read this. Once again, this story is for my meer entertainment and writing capabilities.
Apartment 302
Chapter: 3
"Well... 2D..."
Ace emphasizes my name a bit too harshly, I'm taken aback suddenly. "What brings a pip squeak like you, knocking at my door?" He hums. Before I can get anything out of my mouth, he scoffs and slams his door. I can hear him mumbling from the inside about something like "wasting my time," or "girl scouts." Damn. He is pretty rude. He's definitely not my cup of tea.
When he slammed the door in my face, wind bursts at my face, my blue hair flying in all directions. I grumble and straighten out my hair. "God damn neighbors. Always fucking up me day." I say, as I walk next door to my apartment. I unlock it and sigh. I have so much displeasure looking at the wreckage of my apartment. I hate it. And not to mention... that stupid green guy next door won't stop playing his sodding loud ass music. I don't even like Green Day, Korn, and No Doubt. But, I guess I have to deal with it. Maybe No Doubt isn't that bad.
As the hours in the day pass, I'm fiddling with my air conditioning while trying not to lose my mind over the neighbors loud music. My brain feels like it's squishing against my skull, trying to escape. It hurts. As his music gets louder, I swear he's doing it on purpose. I growl and kick the wall multiple times. "I swear to god! Turn the fucking music down!" I yell, hands still trying to fiddle with wires in my AC box. The music goes down for a second before he yells back, "Why should I, pip squeak? It's not YOUR music!" He yells back.
I growl again before finally calming down. I look back up into the AC box and my hand slips, being cut on a piece of metal. "Gah!" I yelp, as I slip down the stool and into my kitchen. I turn on the faucet but no water comes out. "God damn it!" I gasp in frustration. Blood trickles down my wrist and I run out of my apartment in desperation to run water against my now throbbing palm. I start to gallop down the halls just to find myself at 302's apartment door.
I pound on it, barley thinking. It swings open and there's that hottie again. He glances down at my palm and his eyes go wide. "My water isn't working and I need to wash this up. Can I use your sink?" I say, panic setting in as I search his eyes, praying silently he doesn't say no. The man chuckles nervously before nodding. "Yes! Just don't get it on me!" He yelps, stepping away from me as I rush past him and to his kitchen sink. I turn on the faucet and sigh in relief as the blood starts washing away from my skin.
"What even happened?" He asks, coming up from behind me. I feel his gaze on my hand and the sheer thought of him standing right behind me like that, made my heart pound. "Uh, I was messing with my AC and I sliced my hand on the metal thing inside. Jesus, I'm a dunce..." I mutter the last part and my thumb goes to the cut for preassure. The man behind me just shakes his head and folds his arms, clearly waiting for me to be done so I can leave. "So... I never caught your name." I say, reaching out to turn off the water. He looks at my hand and scratches the back of his neck before grabbing me a cloth from the table.
"Why should I tell you, pip squeak?" He asks, handing me the towel. I take it with a strange delight, my finger tips brushing against his hand for a spilt second before placing the cloth against my hand. "You should tell me because I told you mine." He cocks an eyebrow before sitting down at his counter. "Good point." He says before rubbing an eye and fixing his septum. "Ace. It's a really stupid name bu-" I cut him off abruptly. "No! N- I mean... no, it's not a stupid name. Sorry. I like it." I say, looking down and then back up at him. He looks shocked. I immediately feel my face flush a bright pink. And when I blush, I blush hard.
I can tell he notices my blush because he chuckles a bit and then smirks at me. I just look down and walk out of his apartment and back to mine.
Ace. Ace. Ace.
It was such a cool name. Like... rebel type cool. I shouldn't have interrupted him like that. He's gonna think I'm an idiot or something. Once I get into my apartment, I'm a nervous wreck. I can't talk to pretty men! I officially ban myself of the sort. I groan and rub a hand down my face before locking my door and unwrapping my hand from the cloth. Oof. The cut has started to turn white. I groan and gently pad around the area with my finger.
I begin walking to my bathroom. Once I'm inside, I grab my first aid kit from under my sink and begin searching for some anti-septic and a bandage I can wrap it up in for the night.
After I take care of myself, I walk to my bed. It's been a long day. I'm exhausted.
